From the past|
No, no, no! I am the mother. I am the parental figaure. I make the rules! You're going to stay here with me! I don't care if I have to pick you up and drop you off at school, then lock you in the basemnt when you come home; you will follow my rules!
I want to, damn it, I want too!
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If you don't have anything to say then go to your room.
And so I go to my room.
And I want to cry so bad.
So fucking bad.
But no. I will follow his rules.
Rule 5. I shall not cry because I am blessed to have you because you love me.
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Wrecked
PoetryWreck/[rek]/Noun A person of ruined health; someone in bad shape physically or mentally. It's funny how I look back now and realize that maybe I still love him. That maybe I still love the real him. Not the one who did it for the money and the s...
