I had a figth with my Dad yesterday because he made my Mom cry.
He left after having sat hours on the porch staring wholes in the air without saying anything.
I thought I wouldnt get to see him again.
I go to bed and cry until dawn sets.
Another day.
More chaos, more problems, more drama.
Sometimes I think this is the dream, and the other is the real world. But this isn’t the dream, is it ?







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