Loneliness is a little boy. A little boy who hears his parents yells, but can't help. A little boy who has no friends over the summer, but wishes he had some. A little boy with a big imagination and a bigger heart. A little boy who loves the draw. A little boy who's sister is his life. A little boy who rolls down hills, and runs around fields. A little boy who can't get out. A little boy, growing up into a man. A man with issues, with rage. A man with a head like his father. A man with worries of his mother. A man, battered and bruised. This man can't let go, but he will try. He will try harder than he ever has. He won't let his dads anger control him, or his moms emotional unavailability.
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Poetryi feel numb and i am cool (this is mostly shit from this school years google docs + my personal vents bc im cleaning it out for next year)
