i just wrote a letter to a good-hearted man.
it is night where i am right now.
while writing, i heard my father's steps.
he slowly approached me; mistrust in
his face.
he thought i would have done something
bad. i had not done so.
five minutes i spoke to him; i needed him to
believe me since i will travel to another city
later today.
i do not want to say "farewell" in disharmony.
yet, i am not disappointed or angry.
everyone acts weakly from time to time.
i forgive my father.
before going to bed i will talk to somebody
else.
somebody who is everywhere and always with me.
affectionately
mikey
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 7:03 PM UTC
i just wrote a letter to a good-hearted man.
it is night where i am right now.
while writing, i heard my father's steps.
he slowly approached me; mistrust in
his face.
he thought i would have done something
bad. i had not done so.
five minutes i spoke to him; i needed him to
believe me since i will travel to another city
later today.
i do not want to say "farewell" in disharmony.
yet, i am not disappointed or angry.
everyone acts weakly from time to time.
i forgive my father.
before going to bed i will talk to somebody
else.
somebody who is everywhere and always with me.
affectionately
mikey
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