I want peace, I mean who doesn't?
I was washing dishes and my lovely parents are coaching me on how to do them.
I am literally 19.
I want to let my pride intervene, I've been doing that shit since the first day of my vacation.
I am their dishwasher. I tried not to complain.
But their voices are getting louder and louder.
I want to make it stop.
But I didn't.
I want my silence back.
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I Write My Mind Here
PoetryThere are secrets that you can't tell someone even those who are closest you.