It's not my place
To ask you to stay
I mean
What can I really say?
Fact is
I'm not your actual kid
And what you did
And have already done
Is more than enough
A battle you've won
That fight wasn't yours
What she's doing isn't right
And it's your right
To walk away
But I'm pleading with you
Dad
Please stay
About the Creator
Shaye B.
Welcome to my trainwreck. I'm Shaye B and I'm pleased to make your aquaintence. I learned to read before I could talk and learned to write because I couldn't scream. I haven't quite learned to scream yet so I'll continue to write until then
A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶2 days ago in Petlife
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