i hate him, no, is she. she took away my best friend, my best friend, though, i again had my friend come back strong, but we have a gap, i have a deep heart wounds from an accident.
that was an accident, not an accident. time away from home - her organization. playing time in the toilet, me and my best friend that organization, she participated in, resulting in a runaway accident.
i still hate her, forever……
another day, i saw her, she looks to me retching a few times. i have pain, i thought of that accident.
i thought - i saw him.
my throat and locked, and i know that my heart has dried up.
i do not puppy love, but do not like him because he is my father. perhaps this is not unusual, my father my father, nothing of.
my father thou