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About This Poem
ACOA
the Adult Children of Alcoholics
educated me a lot on my life
I have seen plenty of alcoholics
growing up with it stabs you like a knife
I once read in a book what certain traits
children of alcoholics developed
being an adjuster in life relates
seems like my life was underdeveloped
I would just go with the flow with no word
looking back on my life I know it’s true
I was never the one to wear a sword
all this because dad drank way too much brew
Dad is dead family is still coping
we have all done our own way of doping
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