These are the good days, dear.

Not exactly happy,


Not everything that makes you happy is good.


You wish all the problems would just go away.

But then they’d never be resolved.

And in the end,

you wouldn’t really be happy.

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Can you hear me, Father?

Can you hear me, Father?


Daddy’s gone, Mama’s home

Lying in the bed

Demons are in sister’s blood

Brother’s eyes are dead

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