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Memory of the yesterday
we had all there was security,intamate,feelings of love. Along came our children that brightened our day A daughter and a son we were on our way. The American dream the goal of society but why couldn't you empathize the life of sobriety. The childrens smiles their laughter and chatter this is my world but yours is a different matter. You started changing with your discrete ways whens mommy coming home I don't know what to say. She really loves you her errands after work staying gone longer and longer into my heart with a dirk. She really has alot but why can't she see does she not care about her absentee. Daddy Daddy is it about that time why isn't mommy home it's after nine. Come tuck me in read me a book I love you daddy my little princess with her look. It's after two skulking in the smell of booze. she can't see her life this way self centered she like to stray. the memory of the yesterday.
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