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9-8-04

3:18 am



I sit here crying.

Knowing that with every day that passes.

You and she grow closer.

While I am pushed out.

With every passing crisis.

You see that you don’t need me.

You only need her.

She certainly doesn’t need me.

You don’t call me Daddi anymore.

But she is calling you Momma.

So what does that leave me?

Left out in the cold.

The ‘shit’ is alone again.

It’s only a matter of time.

Until you tell me.