i always talk about my dad, i have never heard you talk about your parents expect for the time your uttered your father's name. it floated out of your mouth, leaving nothing behind but an emotionless void in the place of our former conversation.
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everyday struggles of a fifteen-year-old
Poetrytrash can in which i will be throwing my feelings. This is a safe place and environment for everyone no matter what. You cannot judge me, just like i cannot judge you. My feelings are mine, and the way i react to things is up to my spirit and mysel...
Your father's name
i always talk about my dad, i have never heard you talk about your parents expect for the time your uttered your father's name. it floated out of your mouth, leaving nothing behind but an emotionless void in the place of our former conversation.