i love my sisters
all three of them
i'm beginning to love my mom again
i'm starting to lose love for my dad
things were worse
they're still bad
but in different ways
i used to love my sisters
all three of them
i thought the world of my dad
i hated my mom
things can change
sometimes for the better
sometimes for the worse
sometimes just enough to make it seem like nothings changed at all
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things i can't say
Poetrymy online diary of things i want to tell people but can't ever say
