"daddy, why did you leave?" the little girl asked, looking at her dad straight in the eyes. the man looked around frantically as he struggled for words of explanation a young mind would understand. "i promise to stop drawing on walls. daddy, please come back," the little girl pleaded. the man ruffled his little girl's hair and with a smile he said, "one day when you're old enough, my dear, you'll understand."
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across the bridge of adulthood
Poetrypoetry the colors i once wielded with ease, now lay forgotten in a dusty breeze. my brushes, once a conduit of expression, now sit stiff and lifeless, a sad reflection. for life has taken hold, and with it brought the challenges of adulthood, so dea...
