i made the wrong choice one day
i knew what i was doing
it was my choice
it was wrong but it was mine
i knew i was too sick
to do what i wanted
but you father
you gave me hope
you planted a seed
you ****ing planted a seed
that you never watered
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Tranquility
PoetryIn which Avaline furiously writes her story in red ink to find tranquility.
hundred seventeen
i made the wrong choice one day
i knew what i was doing
it was my choice
it was wrong but it was mine
i knew i was too sick
to do what i wanted
but you father
you gave me hope
you planted a seed
you ****ing planted a seed
that you never watered