daddy dearest,
you wouldn't be,
if you knew the places i've been.
the things i've done.
how many lines i take all at once in the school bathroom,
how i blow all your money on cigarettes.
if you only knew
that i love a boy who cannot even return my phone calls on those days
when i just want to die.
would you still be proud of me?
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