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I was a kid once. 

I was smart once.

I was fun(ny) once.

I was a pothead once.

I was beautiful once.

I was a soldier once.

I was a father twice.

I was a good father more than twice.

Now I'm cold.

Now I'm alone.

Now there's no one there and I can't go back.

Not that I would if I could.

Now I'm sad, pathetic and scared.

Now I have exhausted all of my options.

Except one.

There's always one more choice.

I just never thought I'd have to make that choice.

but I think long ago, I already did.