You are stealing my family bit by bit.
First, my father, the one I looked up to growing up.
You are taking him in December, and only giving him
back for Christmas, but just like that, you take him back again.
Breaking my mother's heart,
do you want to steal that too, or just kill her
with overwhelming loneliness?
Then sometime in January, you are taking my mother,
who is my rock,
and my brother, who I love very much.
Do you long to kill me slowly with an everlasting loneliness
and feeling of abandonment?
You will when you take them and knowingly not return them.
I love my family, so why I ask?
Why?
Will I be next?
No, not ever, you won't steal me away from all that I know.
Idaho may not be the best place in the world, but it is home to me.
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