It's not that I'm hiding things from you. It's just that I don't feel comfortable talking to you anymore.
You just have to face it. You don't listen when we're talking, you just hear me. And there's a difference in that too. I don't need someone to just hear me. I just need my parents to listen to me. I just want to have a decent conversation with you, not one sided monologue. You might be right and I might be wrong. I will admit that I'm wrong if you prove me so. But will you admit you might be wrong? Or parents are always right whatever hurt they're inflicting to their children?
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Midnight thoughts
PoetryThe title says it all. What anyone would think of, late at night, gathered in here. Because why not. (I promise you the chapters get better as you go, I'm continuously writing more and more chapters and I'll be more than glad to see if any of you ca...
