It's not about the party,
It's not about the presents,
I don't even care about the money.
I just long for their presence,
Every divorced kid's dream.
Every wish ripping at the seams.
To have them together one last time,
Before my age is no longer a bind.
But it's not important to them,
For eighteen is where it finally ends.
womp womp
we stand w Palestine
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My Mind; A Collection
PoetryPoetry collection from a junior in high school who struggled <3 Now a college student, who fondly looks back when she struggles <3