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Small Comfort
Worried look on his face,
he began to pace,
he refuse to sit,
as he stirred and moaned a bit,
his daughter suffered from a drug overdose,
peer pressure consumed her,
he felt she lacked concentration,
he sensed her frustration,
as the doctor sprinted toward him,
the two had an animated conversation,
God gives,
so she lives,
the father chewed his lower lip,
weight on his feet and a fist on his hip,
drug addictions he could hate,
but his daughter he couldn’t,
God saved her before it was too late,
third time and death wasn’t her fate,
yet,
small comfort.
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