I'm sorry for the words that are spoken but ;-;
There he was happy and sweet he had a smile that could make her tingle after one word one word that could make her happy the pain she feels when he gets close and try's to grab her arm she pulls away because of all the cuts because she scared from using her own knife the same knife her father used on her to try to kill his own little girl the girl he called his baby doll or his little princesses that's not all that he called her
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Poems
PoetryThis is a poem I wrote for my father who is never here for me and I don't know why and without him a part of me is missing
