FATHER KNOWS BEST
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Last published Sun, Jun 22, 2025
They call it "daddy issues".
I spent my whole life surviving a man who swore he loved me. He said boys were poison.
But he forgot he was the first to burn me.
So when a stranger that I meet in spain says I deserve better,
I almost believe him.
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This is about a girl living in a strict balkan household. Maybe some will find it relateable, english is not my native language. Yall idk what im doing I just wanna document my ideas lmao I don't even read thaaat much.
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