Victoria Donato
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Victoria Donato
What It’s Honestly Like To Mourn An Absentee Parent
It’s hard to miss someone who was never really there to begin with.
It’s Hard To Tell
It’s hard to pick yourself up, piece by piece.
When you can’t even get out from under your sheets.
You Told Me Not To Love You; I Loved You Anyway.
I wept for the empty shell that you had become. I wept for the pain I had endured for your sake. I wept for the hopelessness that I saw in your eyes. I just wept.