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Nov 2015
Daddy, people have been saying
I don't look alive.
Daddy, do you think it's true?
Daddy, do you think I'm dead inside?
I don't feel alright.
Daddy, there are so many things
that are hurting me.
Daddy, where are you?!
You were my first heartbreak.
Daddy, please help me.
~ ~ ~
Daddy, the pills, they're not working.
I can't sleep. I can't breathe.
Daddy....
Yes sweetie?
Nothing. Good night, Daddy
I have daddy issues, and my therapist said I have severe attachment issues, plus my depression is back full force.
PS. she dies at the end.
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