All of my father's are dead.
The one's alive do not care.
It seems what I have become is something less than a man.
And in the end they were right.
I've gone and wasted my life.
And now my only goal is to slowly die in a ditch.
To be a grave left unkempt.
A corpse un-mourned and un-wept.
Under the earth I will be.
Alone, disgraced and deceased.
You'll never say R.I.P.
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