Owed to my daddy


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that get so hard to swallow

like pills flowing out of all these little orange bottles

I'm choking more and more

but they keep coming full throttle 

daddy daddy get a good look at your daughter. 

She's almost grown

almost gone

She doesn't even notice those tears on your face

cause she wasn't good enough cause

to you she was just a disgrace. 


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