The Worthless Daughter
{"What’s a daughter?
What is a daughter’s worth when a man has a son?
Absolutely nothing. That’s what it is.
I must admit that I grieve and envy to be anything like the son that is not a disappointment after all.
And your reminiscence of coldness spread throughout my gut and core. Whereas once they were kaleidoscopic until the shades leaked off.
And all left from it was hollowness and darkness with no granted exit or escapism.
Just like the downpour that couldn’t collapse.
The clouds dampened with unshed tears, I am the daughter that couldn’t ascend.
they should see me,
Every bit of leisure morality vacated within me, they should see me relinquish it right now.
They should see me lose, my sanity, until every last bit of it
vanished into thin air…"}
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