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I hate bananas
I hate bananas but my dad keeps giving me one after dinner.
I told him I don't like it, I always tell him.
But he kept giving me one, forcing me because of its nutritional value but that will never change my mind about bananas.
I hate how it makes my teeth waxy, I hate its brown, mushed parts, and I hate its texture when I bite into it.
I hate them so much but my dad never listens.
Paying attention to what someone likes is a form of love.
But people forget that paying attention to what makes a person upset and not giving them a reminder about it is also a pure form of love.
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I used to cry so easily whenever my parents yelled at me but as I grew older, I hardened and showed little to no emotion.
I knew they wouldn't apologize to me like they did before, they wouldn't wipe my tears, and they wouldn't try to console me.
My parents never took accountability for their mistakes. They blame it on me even if they caused it.
So I am left alone on the bathroom floor as the water showers me while I hug my knees for comfort. It's unfortunate how my knees bring more comfort than their embrace.
Lucky are those who found a home in their parents. I never found a home in mine.
- hansdigidiary
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Stolen glances and touches
Too faint from discerning eyes
We hide our heartfelt dance
That this world think is a crime
- hansdigidiary
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Why does it always have to be in another universe and not this one ?
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Mom, when was the last time you hugged me?
When was the last time you played with my hair?
When was the last time you said 'sorry'?
When was the last time you understood me?
When did we stop being friends?
When did I stop being your little girl?
- hansdigidiary
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