Tag: writing
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6 Feet Tall
The door slams loud as I rush you into your room. Cranking Barney so loud so your little ears couldn’t hear the screams of mercy in the kitchen. The beatings taken by the woman in “love”. The angry deep voice that would follow demanding respect. Poundings against the wall that would shake your toys. I…
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Imperfect
To sit under the stars while they hug you so tightly. To be looked into your eyes as if no one else existed. To be told that no one is as beautiful as you are. That you are exactly what they were looking for. That no one can ever steal their heart like you did.…
