I understand how he felt although I could almost never empathize.
his heart suck everytime he heard of what she wanted to do.
her constant rants. peeved him.
I felt I had to know more. I felt that I was his hope.
I wanted to be his joy. I wanted to bring him joy.
he heard how she does things like there was no tomorrow.
like the word treasure was never in her dictionary.
he's glad I could think the way she couldnt. alas he heaved. a sigh of relief.
- to dad.
girlwithabroken(: : 22:59
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