When I'm Gone
I stood in the rain. Staring at the house. Tears spilled down my eyes. I could hear them. The cries and pain that erupted from my mother. My fathers aggressive voice saying he doesn't care anymore. I didn't know why I stayed and listen. Why is he doing this to us? To her.
I can see the future now. Daddy gone. He was always so obsessed with his music. His stupid mu…
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