Valleys
he is always mad at his own child
for the stones that come his way
but his child will forever be grateful
for what he has done for him
he is always mad at his own child
the one he raised under his roof
to make him into a man, only to
crush him under his own trauma
now grown into an adult
he wishes to run away to a place
where land stretches upwards into hills and peaks
and there are valleys to jump into
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