I'm not sure what I'd bring to the table at the end. His hair slicked back with malice and bad intent, the slimey words spoken into my ear at night,"daddy issues". My lord loves me. I don't have daddy issues!!! I HAVE ISSUES WITH DADDY. Get it straight brain, give me a break.
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 12:19 AM UTC
I'm not sure what I'd bring to the table at the end. His hair slicked back with malice and bad intent, the slimey words spoken into my ear at night,"daddy issues". My lord loves me. I don't have daddy issues!!! I HAVE ISSUES WITH DADDY. Get it straight brain, give me a break.
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