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This Boy
Much like my father this boy that I have intriguingly clung to does not have any appreciation for my existence much less my helpless soul.
I feel like the caring down syndrome child that begs his alcoholic of a father to love him yet the only thing he has spoken is how unmanageable the poor child is.
I am very lost and also heartbroken, I am the dirty tile in the corner of the kitchen that i...
Tuesday 13th February 2018 12:07 am
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