nothing is left, nothing but the truth.
The truth comes out in the rain.
...
...
I love my father. To me, no one has more strength than my father.
And I hear him from the room nextdoor.
As well as the voices of disappointment, arrogance, delusion, anger, pain...
and he speaks with a calm voice, to deal with what I can't. And as i lose myself in tears, in water, in rain
I see his soul.
If I were to ever lose him, when that day comes, the rain will come down in sheets.
and I thank God for my father, and his ability to reason.
that is all.
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