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I cry silently of what was once me. Alcohol destroyed a young child’s soul, tears for a childhood sailing a dark sea. Life in an ocean of rum flowing free, dad beat mom black and blue ... out of control. I cry silently of what was once me. Drunk every night he would not hear our plea. I hid in my bunk, a scared little mole, tears for a childhood sailing a dark sea. Divorced, he was the second dad to flee. My next drunk dad swaggered into his role. I cry silently of what was once me. Dad punched my head as I watched the TV. He bludgeoned mom, a man out of control, tears for a childhood sailing a dark sea. Divorced he left, but took with him our key, a pirate, all of our treasure he stole. I cry silently of what was once me, tears for a childhood sailing a dark sea.
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