Every Friday,
I count the days.
Count the days I will be held.
Held like it's my first time getting affection.
Because it is isn't it?
Friday, is when I see you.
When I love you.
Even if your not allowed,
I still want to see you.
Because you technically are my favorite parent.
But now I can't see you,
I feel terrible.
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random shit and thoughts
RandomThis is a vent page, so if you a stranger I don't recommend reading although so many strangers have read this already. I'm sorry, never vented b4 lol. Have fun ig? 😭
