Counting Life
the first breath of a second child, the third place in his fourth race while his dad drinks a fifth in their sixth home in his seven-year-long life, knowing only strife, eighth drink of dads, nine grams of coke on the table, ten lashes for losing, eleven years till freedom, twelve pills in the kitchen cabinet, thirteen hours of recovery, fourteen years of depression, fifteen years later and his second child takes his first breath, last chance to stop the loop.
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