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...so, I was gonna put part two of this song/poem in here, it's called End of Dark Days: After Work Smoke part 2, but I can't honestly say that it's the end of dark days....oh well. :(

After Work Smoke

Too angry to laugh,
Too stubborn to cry.
If you are half of me,
Then who am I?
Not seeing you,
Is the best part of my day.
The worst part, the irony is,
You're always in my way.
You're the reason for,
my after work smoke,
For half my life, you've been the worst joke,
That was ever played on me.
You don't see, the reason why,
Your son escapes, into the sky,
And dreams of being free.