amandamoore
Being a dad is hard work. Take my dad for instance. I was a horribly emotional teenager. Poor guy didn't stand a chance, but he loved me despite all my hormonal issues and tears. Thank goodness for patient dads out there.
Darkness pulled her in, like an old friend.
She became one with nothing.
Nothing held her and hugged.
Nothing comforted and loved.
Darkness my friend.
This is the end.
Dawn.
Your rays speak a language unknown.
Among the world of technology.
Who really knows of you anymore?
Who basks in your glory
when social media beckons instead?
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