Pregame
Pregame conversations with my father
By taking zoloft and nameless medicine
So I can fib my way through another night
You must believe that I am brainless
But I say once again that “I’m tired”
It’s not lying if I’m tired of these tears
Pregame conversations with my father
By playing into the designed perfect daughter
Spend hours pondering unfinished sentences
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This feels so honest and heavy. Powerful, vulnerable work. Thank you for sharing.
Love pondering unfinished sentences
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