I want to tell my dad what I said,
Why mom had to see the school,
What has been causing me pain.
But I can't.
It infuriates me,
It gets stuck in my throat,
Strangling me,
Chocking me.
My mind fights dirty.
I hate every bit of it.
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Lacrimo
Short StoryMy counselor told me to write how I feel when I'm down. Here it is. I know I am not the only one who feels like this. It's my not so pleasant story, I am not making this up for sympathy I am sharing this for understanding. I'm posting this because...
