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𝖱𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀＆𝖶𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀

Echos of a missing father I'm supposed to be your lil girl. you don't even remember my birthday.

What grade I am in.

My favorite color.

You don't even know my favorite flower.

You're there but not present Your like a ghost who haunts me and randomly shows up but I never know when it's near.

Father and daughter dance comes around.

But again your a ghost.

That's not there.

For years And years.

I wish I could call out to you But there won't be an answer back.

Until you want it to be.

But the only way I can hear back from this ghost if I reach out first.

Strange right after all this I think it should stay as a ghost.

𝒜𝓋ℴ𝒾𝒹ℯ𝓃𝒸ℯ November14th, the day I met you. Your presence became a quiet song, a melody my soul had been waiting to hear and though I fought it and avoided it , the truth was clear. My heart has already chosen you

𝒟ℯ𝒸．3

Avoidence

ℐ 𝓉𝓇𝒾ℯ𝒹 𝓉ℴ 𝒶𝓋ℴ𝒾𝒹 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓅ℯ𝓇𝓈ℴ𝓃 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓌ℯ𝓇ℯ． 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒹ℯℯ𝓅 𝒹ℴ𝓌𝓃 𝒾 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓊𝓈 𝓀𝓃ℯ𝓌． 𝒾 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓃𝒹ℯ𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 ℴ𝒻 𝓎ℴ𝓊． 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒽ℴ 𝒾 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽ℯ𝒹 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓌ℯ𝓇ℯ． ℐ 𝒻𝒾𝓁𝓁ℯ𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝒽ℯ𝒶𝒹 𝓌𝒿𝓉𝒽 𝒹ℯ𝓁𝓊𝓈𝒾ℴ𝓃𝓈 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓉ℴ 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓎ℴ𝓊

There are days whenever I find myself in an empty headspace, void of any emotion yet there’s two that always attach themselves to me; despair and hopelessness. I’d find myself rocking to and fro wanting comfort yet I don’t understand why I need it. I truly never understood my wants and needs, always adapting to what people want or what they need; mirroring their desires with my own.