Looking back on the first day you walked in class a reflection of frustration could be felt from your aura, wondering how at the age of seven could your life be filled with such heavy baggage might be the lack of spiritual love mentally being shoved in the face with hate and no father to help erase or relate such pain no place to rest comfortably despite your surroundings being filled by a family broken, would it even matter if I could hand you peace in pieces hold this ray of sunshine to your eyes from mine align our current timeline so we’d have this father daughter connection a blessing, that feels like a good dream but you wake up to a curse that has me watching you live a misconception of family dynamics that ride you home to address sorrow questions that end in why while being gifted empty promises left with the short end of the stick with the expectation of getting by like everyone else band aids don’t help to heal self as I’m watching peripherally cause when I do so directly you react explosively to the pain the shame that can be changed as I extend a helping hand in hopes you don’t turn away if not today, maybe tomorrow baby girl.
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