Down the wrong path
Denial was my companion
Days I wasted being angry, standing wrong in the world
Death comes to us all.
During my youth, I thought playing football made me somebody.
Down someone would go after I hit them.
Deafening cheers from the crowd.
Dad's recognition and love.
Despair fills my heart when I think back to all the times I was controlling for no reason.
Don't watch that. It's awful.
Despair filled my brother's heart.
Don't judge others.
Dad never adheres to this advice.
Dad judges everybody.
Dad don't care race, looks, politics.
Don't dwell in the past.
Darkness dwells there, nothing more.
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DJ Robbins
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