found out, the other day, almost two decades after the fact, how much my parents gave up to be here.
amongst them:
a job worthwhile; student lives that meant anything, and sound mental health. (my father's hatred of me makes more sense now)
asked my mum why she never told me.
she shrugged. said; it's no big deal. we're here now.
no point of dwelling on the past
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the failings of a surgically healed heart | a collection
Поэзия「 WATTYS 2019 WINNER 」 the failings of a surgically healed heart, is a series of autobiographical poems arranged into six thematic parts to form a collection which examines the idea of the collective and how that informs individual. i. family an exp...
