was it because i was hard to find or were you just tired of looking 'cause i was at home. nI think its safe to say that I'm not your son. nthe pages flipped to quick but i know that you never bothered to read a word. nexcept the last page number when there was no page numbers. nso i'll get the fuck off of your shoulders. nyou dead man. ni hope your last breath kiss things slower. nyou dead dead man. ni used to wish for weekends i used to smile when you came in. nbut with them seeing, with them breathing. nyou cared much less to keep me breathing when you felt forced to be around. nyou look ashamed. i was your shame. nthis time i'm taking pictures down. ni am erasing your down and outs. nso long facing failing now. nyou brought nothing or rushed on when i got out. nn