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I                         where has this happened before?                     leave your shoes on at the door. at the beginning my lips were cold, smothered down by an impending hold. too scared to sing a song, wouldn’t dream to sing along. come dress up with me take me outside and dangle me over your favorite waterfall. i will drink from its rays until they freeze up my pipes and you fix them for me without being asked.                                                 behind the sky                                                  is your house                          and you invite me every day II but i will never visit you because you are not really here and your soggy smile gets me upset. by coincidence we made a bet that was intangible for you. although i should confess, Father, even before the time capsule cell eroded to the surface and laid the past out as a hostage.                                          i never felt for you.                                           i never liked you.                                           i hate to admit it,                                         i always lied to you.                                         get away from you.                                          get away from me.                                            don’t come back                                        until i can come back.                                      i know it’s hard on you                                   but it’s crushing me whole                                  and now i’m blowing away                                               and the holes                                                    in the net                                       are too big to catch me. III some days we can make it a game. some days we microscope our pain. wrap it up like bday presents show it off like the pretty pheasants. no that's a peacock the boys are pretty will i be pretty? even though it feels ****** i want to move somewhere woodsy but i can’t go alone, oh turn up the boom box         so it drowns out the SCREAM                  ING
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Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 5:11 PM UTC
boom box
I                         where has this happened before?                     leave your shoes on at the door. at the beginning my lips were cold, smothered down by an impending hold. too scared to sing a song, wouldn’t dream to sing along. come dress up with me take me outside and dangle me over your favorite waterfall. i will drink from its rays until they freeze up my pipes and you fix them for me without being asked.                                                 behind the sky                                                  is your house                          and you invite me every day II but i will never visit you because you are not really here and your soggy smile gets me upset. by coincidence we made a bet that was intangible for you. although i should confess, Father, even before the time capsule cell eroded to the surface and laid the past out as a hostage.                                          i never felt for you.                                           i never liked you.                                           i hate to admit it,                                         i always lied to you.                                         get away from you.                                          get away from me.                                            don’t come back                                        until i can come back.                                      i know it’s hard on you                                   but it’s crushing me whole                                  and now i’m blowing away                                               and the holes                                                    in the net                                       are too big to catch me. III some days we can make it a game. some days we microscope our pain. wrap it up like bday presents show it off like the pretty pheasants. no that's a peacock the boys are pretty will i be pretty? even though it feels ****** i want to move somewhere woodsy but i can’t go alone, oh turn up the boom box         so it drowns out the SCREAM                  ING
#truth#reality#confess#confession#father#abandon#boombox#reassurance
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23/New Jersey
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 5:11 PM UTC
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