I'm feeling like this is just gonna be a shit post of poetry😅cause I need somewhere to store it all. The theme of this book is very inconsistent, so you know Russian Roulette...🤷
Dinner was uncomfortable You were both fighting Insults Laughing The rippling tones of your voices But there I sat Fidgeting in my chair
My therapist says I have seasonal depression So it only happens for a reason Or situation This was one of those "situations"
Two of my loved ones fighting It happens a lot with you two Something always goes wrong I hate listening to it I hate not being able to do anything about it
The toxic aroma in the air was sickening You were both hiding that something wrong was said
Leg bouncing
Zoning out
Hand stuck on my fork
Frozen
Our dinner on June 1st
🪸Author Note: lolllll emby hamster😍🪸
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