When did I grow up so much to be resenting a special day like mothers day, fathers day, my own birthday....?
When did I break so much to be regretting my entire existence on my birthday...?
When did I drifted off so far away to be feeling guilty for being the daughter of my parents....?
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A Letter
PoetryThis is my own personal shit that I have written. I will finish it here and maybe never return until I get into the same depressing shit again. Hits best when read using dark mode.
