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I’m angry. I’m angry because pouring a glass of wine is more important than asking me about my day. I’m angry because when I tell you a secret everyone knows in a matter of seconds and you didn’t even say a word. The wine did. I’m angry because when I ask my father for help all he says is “this is how it is”. I’m angry that I’m not stronger than your bottle opener. I’m angry that when I cry for help You can’t hear because you’re drowning In wine. I’m angry because you’re angry that i lie. I lie because I’m angry. I’m just angry, that’s all.
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Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 4:11 PM UTC
Angry
I’m angry. I’m angry because pouring a glass of wine is more important than asking me about my day. I’m angry because when I tell you a secret everyone knows in a matter of seconds and you didn’t even say a word. The wine did. I’m angry because when I ask my father for help all he says is “this is how it is”. I’m angry that I’m not stronger than your bottle opener. I’m angry that when I cry for help You can’t hear because you’re drowning In wine. I’m angry because you’re angry that i lie. I lie because I’m angry. I’m just angry, that’s all.
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Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 4:11 PM UTC
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