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What I was given (dealt this hand)
He said he’d end his life, with a knife or a toaster in a tub.
As long as his skin is a crimson colored shade of blood.
The other’s in Jamaica, with a friend turned foe, a foe turned friend. A very real grandma vs. an unrealistic step-dad.
Another boy left alone, standing frozen in the cold. Found his mother hangin’ still, still a noose around her throat. He’s fighting battles all alone, standing still, no more hope.
I’m not a father, I’m not their dad, just a kid, who was dealt this hand.
Adults Choose
Their own path. We let go and hope. ~S~