She sits on her bed
Looking at her memories lost in her head
He sits in his chair
Remembering things he wishes to share
She is his daughter
Giving him the dollar
Just like her mother
She is a caller
But he is her father
And she is his little princess
Raysome~
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Random *Depressing* Poetry and Stories
बेतरतीब**** WARNING **** -Swearing -Depressing thoughts -Self harm -Anxiety If you are triggered by these things don't read. Read at your own risk. ~Raysome
