Dad,
It's been at least an hour.
And when I start to cry, you slap me across the face.
I try to hold back the sobs threatening to come out.
"Shut up, you piece of trash."
Trash.
Am I trash to you now?
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The Promises I Couldn't Keep #Wattys2015
RandomTo all the promises I made, and tried so hard to stay true to, but, in the end, they just became promises I couldn't keep.
