"Stop eating!"
"I love you, daughter."
You say we're family?
Anger.
Persist.
Blood on my wrists,
you caused this!
When will you learn?
You can't yearn
for a perfect daughter
when you're the one
who did the slaughter.
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Author:
Screaming goat (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 12th, 2022 09:49
- Category: Love
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