"You look just like your mother
I guess I do carry her tenderness well
you both have the same eyes
cause we are both exhausted
and the hands
we share the same wilting fingers
but the rage your mother doesn't wear that anger
your right that's the
one thing I get from
my father." By Rubi Kaur
Ashtray X Oc
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A place full of pill poppers and drama filled teenagers, she was the breath of fresh air that he needed. And he was the stain in her squeaky clean life. Her own personal euphoria.