The Dead Inside me

Disarm you with a smile.

And cut you like you want me to.

Cut that little child.

Inside of me and such a part of you. The years burn…!

I used to be a little boy.

So old in my shoes.

And what I choose is my voice…

What’s a boy supposed to do?

“The killer in me is the killer in you…

Father …

I send this smile over to you.

Disarm you with a smile.

And leave you like they left me here.

To wither in denial.

The bitterness of one who’s left alone…!

“The most important thing a father can do for his children is: To love their mother”

🅛🅞🅥🅔 🅟🅐🅡🅔🅓🅔🅤🅧

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