What's the point in listening when your words are filled with lies, a spoken sense of burning down your bridges and your ties. Phone calls laced with memories of what will never be, the judge's voice is cold and clear, "no more family"
Buried in a graveyard, next to my childhood, it's just a place I visit because "it'll do me good". When I grow up, I will thank you and Dad for this, but I won't pretend I forgive… read more
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