A
lifetime of feeling
less-than, began
long ago. As he
languished in
liquor, a
little girl
longed for
love...
left lonely, often
loathing herself and
lamenting what she
likely lacked that
led him to
love her
less than enough to
leave his
lust for the bottle
Alone...
Flash forward to
find... Is it any
wonder she
wants to be worshiped?
Very vexing she
vies for
validation? A
surprise she's
so seldom sated?....
Question is, how to
quell this
quandry??
Perhaps, she could
plan to be a
pinch more
perfect.... ;)
