Dad Never Cooks Breakfast
I know something is wrong
when there are misshapen
fried eggs and broken
pancakes on the table.
He sits down and sighs. That's how
I found out my mother left.
I cried into my orange juice.
We haven't had a real breakfast since.
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PoetryLiz is a regular teenager with a best friend who can get her into the best parties which is great until Liz gets roofied and raped one night at a party and when she starts to speak up, things get messy. When no one, including her best friend, believ...
