A cold season that wouldn't pass.
Now comes to an end.
I wont drift away like the rest of them.
My father caught in its noose.
I watch him choke and hang.
A tradition of addiction. So hard to break.
It caught so many before. But It wont catch me.
I loosen its grip I break free.
This cycle ends with me, I wont be bought to my knees.
I cant wear the chains, that you handed down to me.
Father.
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