I left my mother; she never left me. Ginny. Dad? He doesn't like me. Disassociation.
Disassociation
Me
Like
Dad
Me
Left
Mother
Left
I
I write a combination of prose and song that narrate preserving cultural dialect and heritage between him and her.
Graciously. Yes. Graciously. Yes. My black pants are making me hot and I think they need to be removed by caressing hands. I am watching pud...
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