The labyrinth of life

The labyrinth of life

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Actually inspired by For The Love Of A Daughter by Demi Lovato. This song was stuck in my head while I started writing. So it became a kind of story about a little girl having some troubles with her dad. And trust me, she'll grow up having a loooot more problems. Like drama? This book will be totally something for you to read. Of course she will have good times. Everyone has good times, right? Even though they might not last so long. I hope you guys will enjoy reading this, let me know what you think in the comments. -WARNING!- This story might contain certain heavy subjects. I'll warn in the story itself so you are able to skip the part (because it might bring up memories or something)
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He always assumes I want money. That money can replace my desire for a mother, for a female figure who will guide me through the darkness. All he can provide is money. He assumes that because I use the money, that I'm happy, that I don't spend night hunched over my toilet bowl physically sick to my stomach with the guilt of killing my mother. He assumes that because I have friends, that the smile on my face is genuine. That because I smile and confidently stride out of my room in a bikini, that I love myself and the way I look. He assumes everything about me, because he doesn't know me. I'm his daughter, and with the simple fact, he assumes that by just looking at me he knows my every thought. Does he know of the blood I spill when I have no other method of coping? Does he know of the times I sit and ponder about what it would be like to go through death? Does he know that when he leaves for work, I cry myself to sleep and wish for a mother? Does he know that I could care less about him? I hate him. But he loves me. Does he know, that through all this mess, I just want a mother. Because according to Disney, mother knows best?

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