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father. in the quiet shadows of our home, where laughter once would freely roam. a fathers presence haunts the air, a love that's felt, but never there. his chair sits empty by the fire. eyes glazed with dreams, lost in desire. a bottle clutched in a trembling hand. he's a broken man, that created a shattered land. we speak in whispers, we » Continue Reading