my father wasn't as tolerant...
i have searched
every nook & cranny
of that box in my mind
labeled;
memories
for the 'affection'
my father supposedly
gave to me
all i could salvage
were hurtful slurs,
piercing glares &
awkward
car ride
silences
~ not as if you've changed // insmniac
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men don't cry [Poetry]
Poetry[H.R. #6 - 7. 3. 18] "we wear our emotions like intricately decorated chains strung around our throats and then tuck them into our shirts" *** i sincerely hope you don't relate to any of these poems ~UPDATED DAILY~ 27/12/17 : #611 in Poetry 29/12/1...
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