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I Wish She Were Dead

There. 

I said it. 

Again. 

It’s the day before Father’s Day and I’m missing my dad. 

Mom cries every phone call. She’s in pain, wants a 7th back surgery, and at 80 can’t tolerate it. 

Just having a stress test yesterday made her lose a day, think someone was after her, and have no recollection of anything. 

She’s miserable. I’m miserable. Just fucking die. Please. We are all ready. 

I’d be fine turning your 80th into a memorial service. 

Just fucking die. Leave us and yourself in peace. 

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~ by Butch on June 20, 2015.

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