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i cleaned every table you sat on and i still cry on each bill you paid. i have smoked everything in the world and drawn bad bad bad things. ive destroyed the chair you turned 17 on and i hated what you saw in the clouds. i hope you would go down the stairs and trip again again again. i wish i was there to catch you and i wish i saw your disgusting tattoos fade away. last night i thought of you as a 30 year old man with children of really brown hair and i wished that you would turn into a bad father for i cant bear the share i have to give. for i cant bear to loose the touch of your hand again.