Cover Photo: image via baabix/flickr
image via baabix/flickr

It’s Crying Time

Eyes up, no tears. Dad’s stage-four cancer, I thought, shouldn’t cause everyone to break down.

Crrrrryyyyyyyy babyCry baby. Cry baby. Honey, welcome back home

Could you cry a little, lie just a little, pretend that you’re feeling a little more pain

baby go on and just cry me a river

Dad is sick, this is bad


Cry, baby. Honey, welcome back home

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