the dad. you always cared for me. asked me if i'm hungry or tired. looked out for me. or pretended to at least. made me feel like i was protected.
like i could never get hurt.
but it hurts. it all hurts. a lot. and i can't do it anymore. i cant take the pain, the constant reminder that i'm nothing. i know you don't enjoy having to watch me all the time. but it's fine. come tomorrow, i'll be long gone. in a better place. and so will you without my existence dragging you down all the time.
one day
harry
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slowly breaking | harry lewis
Proză scurtăthe story of a boy. who could feel himself slowly breaking until the end.
