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The Significance Of Others
And it hurts. It hurts me to know that there is no hope for you.
Stranded.
Growing up in a broken home.
And it hurts me to know this, it hurts me to see you live this way.
Such a small feeble living thing, forced to endure the pain of addiction and neglect.
~
And you, you should be ashamed of what you've done. Ashamed of the chances you've ruined. Such a helpless little boy, crushed from the disappearance of a family.
Of a father.
Both of you, so addicted it hurts the ones around you.
The ones who care most, the ones you need to stay afloat.
Be ashamed of what you've done.
The things you've caused.
The things you've forced him to endure
Stranded.
Growing up in a broken home.
And it hurts me to know this, it hurts me to see you live this way.
Such a small feeble living thing, forced to endure the pain of addiction and neglect.
~
And you, you should be ashamed of what you've done. Ashamed of the chances you've ruined. Such a helpless little boy, crushed from the disappearance of a family.
Of a father.
Both of you, so addicted it hurts the ones around you.
The ones who care most, the ones you need to stay afloat.
Be ashamed of what you've done.
The things you've caused.
The things you've forced him to endure
Published 1st Nov 2013
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