As I sit at your gravesite crying I look in the pool of tears beneath me and see the reflection of your life. I see the first time I held you against my chest and the beat of my heart was like a lullaby that put you to sleep. I see the first time you hug my neck and told me you love me. I also see reflecting back at me the first time I ever saw you pick up that crack-pipe and how I slapped out of your hand and said, 'Princess this is not for you. What daddy do you don't? ' But you saw me as your hero and you had to do what I did. And now here you lie two years later dead from an overdose. And I see me as no hero; I am a destroyer of life. This is what I see in the reflection of my tears.
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