Don't you know that we bleed the same?

kalnakarlina

And just like that,

No matter what the blood that tied them together,

She no long wanted him to be part of her. 

Yet she understood that not everyone was made to be a father,

She hated the way he looked at her.

Most little girls saw mosters in their closet, i saw mine with a bottle in the living room.

There isn't much more to say.

I've never known him as anything else but stranger.

 

  • Author: Kalna.K (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 27th, 2022 14:44
  • Category: Family
  • Views: 52
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  • FallenAngel1๐Ÿ•Š

    A hard read,.it leaves me with feeling of sadness. Family is supposed to be the ones you run to,not from.๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿค—๐ŸŒนโœŒ๐Ÿ•Š



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