Not like you
You spat at me for being me,cursed me for being born;
for not being who you wanted me to be.
I know it sounds bad,
but never again will I call you my dad.
Poetry by PrincessBon
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Written on 2016-01-28 at 14:54
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by PrincessBon Latest textsNo one to listenWithout Desire Not like you Tiny heart and broken bones |
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