She would hope, She would pray, She was waiting it out.
It wasn't always like this. It started the moment my mum started walking with the monster and my dad battled against his demons with alcohol. I never believed in God, I still don't. But I still pray every night in hope that within time, these cracks in the wall will fill with love once again....
Honestly, I don't know how much waiting I can do before these walls cave in.
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Broken Home// MC// Watty2016
FanfictionSometimes it's not the music that saves someone... But the actual band.
