I wish that I could give you a happy life.
A life where you didn't have to worry.
A happy life.
A good family.
But I can't give you that.
We're both stuck here.
Stuck in this shithole.
Stuck.
You're so happy.
You're sitting next to me while I'm writing this.
I don't want you to have the same trauma as me.
You don't deserve this.
I want you to be happy.
Because,
You don't deserve this.
YOU ARE READING
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