Family?

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Left alone,
No where to go,
No one to turn to,

This is how the story goes,
They say family never leaves,
Then I guess we aren't family,

For I sit abandoned,
As you run off,
With me left in the dust,

They say blood is most important,
If this is true then you have drained me,
I am the pale writhing form in the background,
You feed off my pain like a leech,
Taking away every piece of life within me,
I am left an empty shell,
With no one to fill the void.

Tribute to Anthony whom his father left

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