Duct Tape

Dear Daddy,

I took the duct tape from your workbench.
You'll probably need it to tape the batteries back into the remote,
for the third time this week.
I used the duct tape to fix myself
you said duct tape fixes everything.
It didn't fix me daddy it just made me breath, heavier and heavier,
until my eyes started to close and my breath became a whisper.
I think I'm dying daddy but,
I just want to let you know don't be mad at the duct tape daddy.
It fixes everything, you know.

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