Nov 2019
you loved the smell of the flowers I bloomed,
and called your love unconditional,
but when I showed my roots,
you burned them,
only to watch me squirm.
and called your love unconditional,
but when I showed my roots,
you burned them,
only to watch me squirm.
my parents are hard.
(18/F/A small town in WA)
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