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Household DictatorI am not one to succumb to your so-called power and superiority. Nor should you be allowed to treat others like they are your subordinates. If this is a family, everyone should be equal. No one should ever be feared, but only to be trusted and loved.Household Dictator by 0-MaR-MaR-0
You believe that you are a grown man and that predisposes you as some sort of a dictator in a household, but in honesty you are but only immature who cannot take the truth. You create an illusion that everyone is in disarray for some radical insensible reason. The truth is she is forever sincere to you and she tries so hard for us to not fall in pieces. Her efforts are greatly appreciated, but you keep up with your alternate reality and continue to make her suffer and shed tears. We are crying and upset from the words you say and the actions you do. Everyone is distressed from the anger and pain.
You're youngest is becoming like your oldest offspring who was once just like you, a disaster in adolescence. We just simply remind you of yourse
Dishonest wall.Do you believe two wrongs make a right?Dishonest wall. by 0-MaR-MaR-0
Will a few dishonest truths bring us together?
Just once again?
Having all this time in the world,
There is not a moment with you.
For there is a wall between us
Where tyrants forbid us from being together.
Sometimes we are so close,
Yet we are afar.
I hope you know
Im missing you...
Can I take you away?
If you fall from the tree,
Ill catch you before you collide into the cold heartless ground.
Ill give you wings to soar into the skies
So you will never touch the filth of the Earth.
Fly with me and lets disappear in the serene clouds.
I wish that I could embrace you.
Lay beside me between the sheets
So we could hide from all the demons.
Slumber alongside me.
Many nights in the gloomy abyss,
You are the theme of my dreams.
When the sunrises,
We hide with the stars.
They tell the truth about what happens after dusk.
I hear your voice and I rediscover the uncertain reality that is brought upon us.
Why cant we find some