Everyday seems the same

A tear

A cry

A somber little dame

In a world so full

Of hate

Of fear

She sat in a lull

The birds sang tweet, tweet

So sweet

So true

Danger at her feet

She lived in ignorance

In bliss

In innocence

Unaware of difference

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_(Bleh. At my biological father’s house rn, we’ve been going around eating, reading, and having fun. But does he notice that I haven’t called him “Dad” at all? I either tap him or get his eye contact. 🤷🏾 _

Oh well. Thanks for reading and have a great day! ❤️)