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daddy,
i don't like this new world
it's too real.
I always pretended I was ready, but
goddamnit
I can't. I can't do it.
i still want to live in the trees
and catch frogs with you
and make chocolate milk out of nesquik and 2%
now I'm wearing blue scrubs, combing my hair before breakfast, and saving people's lives
and driving, alone
so alone, on the commute home
in the toyota
that you bought
just because you love me.
no more backseat inquisitions
as to why your hair is falling out
or why the whiskers under your nose are
neatly trimmed every Sunday
i took off my saddle shoes and left my strength on the table
please, daddy,
I take it all back
I'm not ready
I'm not ready


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very articulate and positively gut wrenching; I was almost afraid to read it and experiece the pain. 