Ever had something happen to you that hurt so bad that you tucked it safely away under your mattress never to be brought back out again? Although it's so big that you know it can't possibly stay there for too long. It's not the best idea either. I know this because after I tucked it away my feelings turned from sorrow into anger. I'm not as happy as I used to be. My patience for ignorance is slim to none. Don't smile as much. I feel it is impossible to deal with. Every time I try to revisit it I lock up. I don't cry. I don't feel anything really. I'm numb again. Maybe all of this is part of the "cycle" people say you go through. I don't know what it is but I know I'm not okay, although I'm good at pretending to be. I guess if you're desperate for something that's impossible you can go a little crazy. Sometimes I just want someone to tell me what to do to make it go away.
I miss my daddy.
I miss my daddy.
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