(I wrote this when I was 12 around the time my biological father relapsed)
When I was young
You used to come and watch me run
You told me stories
About the monster, named Crack
Who would never get to me
Or you again, but you lied
Because he did
He got to you
And now it's me and mom
And we're movin along and
You're in jail where you belong
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