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Who Is This Man

He has a trigger but doesn't own a gun. He likes to play but never allows Himself to have any fun. Drinks too much alcohol trying to dull his pain. He is as brash as he is Harsh won't hesitate to tare you Apart just because he can but who is this man.... As he grows weaker his life regrets cut in a little deeper. Abuses alcohol to dull his pain To proud to say I'm sorry he take that pride to his grave. I love that man regardless of all His done, he taught me right from wrong Who is this man he is my dad

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