Dripping
Sitting in my chair listening to the incessant dripping, that damn dripping. How I can't wait for it to stop. For when the dripping does stop, I will not worry. No more stress or hurry. Final relief from my pains, for I have slit my veins.
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I'm a father of six children. Divorced and happily remarried. I enjoy poetry, philosophy and psychology. My favorite thing to do is play with my children and time spent with my wife. The one thing I would like to add is my influences. They are...
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