him.
i don't dare call him my father anymore.
the manipulation is driving me insane,
and i can't do anything about it.
i don't want to be here,
but i'm forced to.
i'm gonna die here.
just a few more hours to bear.
before i'm finally free.
hopefully tonight is peaceful
and a few hours left in the day,
before i'm free to the family
i am comfortable around.
and the friends i love to be with,
but i'm hours away from them.
why can't this all be simple?
YOU ARE READING
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Randombasically my thoughts put into a little small story. school drama, but with fake names. stuff like that. other times it would just be rants and stuff. cover not mine! all of these will have FAKE names. if your name is on this, it's a misunderstandin...
