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Dear "Daddy", What is love? See, you taught me growing up that yelling and slamming doors was love, That me asking my mother where you were, was love. You taught me that I was only there to sit and look pretty,
she walked on their soil. felt the gravel on the ground , every bone heavy with anticipation. waiting for the show bell to sound ,not knowing that's exactly what it was
1. It’s okay to cry, don’t let him beat it out of you because if you hold those tears inside, they will eventually drown you. 2.Embrace the parts of you that are fearless-they make you strong. Don’t suppress that, own it.