i don't sit at the kitchen table and do my math homework anymore.
i don't fake fall asleep in the car so that i can get carried inside to my bed anymore.
i don't cry and beg for my dad anymore when i miss him while he was at work.
i don't hold the flashlight when my dad's working on the sink anymore.
my dad doesn't call me his little princess anymore.
i'm no longer daddy's little girl and it's breaking my heart.
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dispositional tendencies
Poesíaa collection of writing and poetry i wrote about things that i can't always say out loud. i hope you enjoy this and can find comfort in knowing others feel the same as you and that you are not alone :)
