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Lithium Parenthood has not made me saner Lithium hasnít made me a better parent. A few years ago, I thought I could fix things. I just wanted you to know I know better now. You are too short to loke me in the eye So you look up to me And gaze at me directly Even though your mother wonít. This is more that I can take. You have picked The wrong person to romanticize. Sooner or later you will learn better. Now you will be an only child Thereís nothing more than I can do for you I guess I could give you half-brothers and half-sisters But what of that, and what of them Would you think I loved them more than I love you I canít be with you every day You might learn to live without a father Perhaps your mother can find you a new dad somewhere But what of that, and what of him Would you grow to love him more than you love me So Iíll stand over here for now Still I know you are lonlier than I No one will blame you if you become an angry child But what of that, and what of you Would you believe I did everything I could One skill Iíve learned I can forgive any sin. You may need such grace someday.
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