Daddies Lil' Gurl - Poem by Samantha Wheat
I can not help you if you do not want ot be helped.
I can help you.
You are at rock bottom.
I am not.
You have us but you can think of no one.
You will disintergrate.
I will rise!
Alcohol will be your Hell.
Mine is unknown?
Beer can be replaced.
I show you love,
and you show me nothing.
I have the capacity for love,
while your capacity for death has now been overbooked..........your cake.
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