I loved how you took care of me and nurtured my growth. You made sure I'd turn out as well as the beating sea upon the shore. You made sure I'd take orders like a domesticated dog. When you stopped, though, you knew what you did left me to rot.
(d.r.)
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Poetry"She had 50 days left to live. She had 5000 words left to say." A compilation of 50-word poems by a child who longed to see a better future than the one they've set for themselves. Each piece takes 12 seconds to read. #833 - 27/05/17 #687 - 28/05...
