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I went to the ER with a possibly broken wrist and a concussion . this old man, he was in a wheel chair with his son. This man who looked ½ like him with darker hair and a more preppy or sophisticated look to him…this kid, he had grown up with his dad coming home drunk, his girlfriend started to drink and it scarred him so he told her he “didn’t love her anymore” even though he’d love her hard until forever. This kid….anyways, he was working his way up in the company he’d grown up with his dad coming home every night and taking it out on him. (I know what happened, it happened to me too,.)
it’d hurt but only for a minute until it felt okay and they’d end it. Then you’d like it..God, I am fucked up.
Oh fuck it hurt. The love and my wrist still bring broken in two places.
So then you wake like, “fake it”
That’s hot chocolate okay.
I know you are my smell. When it’s winter again I will feel it inside and I will drink you to feel better. It will feel whole. (with marshmellows) it will hurt but be soft and fluffy. Your tongue on my hands. We were always too pathetic to let you touch your tongue, but in the winter it will be too cold to care.
But back to the man in the wheel chair, in the ER in the Newton-Wellesley hospital,. He was cocked off his ass. His son, I assumed, had brought him in. How many nights were like that? It hurt cause I could relate. Daddy-o likes his sex with random bottle blond chickies. That’s right.,
The man he was like “I just want to help you” and daddy was like “bhahasdkjh;ljdgaehdgbam!!!.......ADKHELGIN!!!!!!!” that was understandable. Don’t feel bad. I can hear the screams from the bathroom and my mom.
The chuckles.
The kid went back to his normal life. His two baby girls who were adorable, would grow up to suck lots of amazing dick but get straight A’s…his wife who made the best whiskey-sours, ever and have AMAZING head…he was like BABY I AM STILL YOURS’. And went to work for them despite a shitty college degree and a useless life.
The man in his wheel chair, the kid, he left. He had to paid for his ford explorer.
The girl, the boy, everyone, they were like “we did our part” (this is where you think you’d live but I never would because I feel you..) they all LEFT and the daddy with his uncut beard, he wheels the FUCK out as soon as I’m getting called for the broken arm and the concussion, and everyone else has left, especially the son and those who “cared” fuck that.
it’d hurt but only for a minute until it felt okay and they’d end it. Then you’d like it..God, I am fucked up.
Oh fuck it hurt. The love and my wrist still bring broken in two places.
So then you wake like, “fake it”
That’s hot chocolate okay.
I know you are my smell. When it’s winter again I will feel it inside and I will drink you to feel better. It will feel whole. (with marshmellows) it will hurt but be soft and fluffy. Your tongue on my hands. We were always too pathetic to let you touch your tongue, but in the winter it will be too cold to care.
But back to the man in the wheel chair, in the ER in the Newton-Wellesley hospital,. He was cocked off his ass. His son, I assumed, had brought him in. How many nights were like that? It hurt cause I could relate. Daddy-o likes his sex with random bottle blond chickies. That’s right.,
The man he was like “I just want to help you” and daddy was like “bhahasdkjh;ljdgaehdgbam!!!.......ADKHELGIN!!!!!!!” that was understandable. Don’t feel bad. I can hear the screams from the bathroom and my mom.
The chuckles.
The kid went back to his normal life. His two baby girls who were adorable, would grow up to suck lots of amazing dick but get straight A’s…his wife who made the best whiskey-sours, ever and have AMAZING head…he was like BABY I AM STILL YOURS’. And went to work for them despite a shitty college degree and a useless life.
The man in his wheel chair, the kid, he left. He had to paid for his ford explorer.
The girl, the boy, everyone, they were like “we did our part” (this is where you think you’d live but I never would because I feel you..) they all LEFT and the daddy with his uncut beard, he wheels the FUCK out as soon as I’m getting called for the broken arm and the concussion, and everyone else has left, especially the son and those who “cared” fuck that.