Friska viljor

Manwhore

Friska viljor
I am stack here
In the arms of my mother
I am fighting
But I never want to break free
The comfort in the smell
That tickles my nostrils
Makes me tired and I
Just want to sleep
The heartbeat
And my bare feet
Against the floor
The sweatpants
And my dirty hands
Opens the door
The waiting
Anticipating of
The engines roll
The driveway
On a summerday
When daddy comes home
I've been fighting
Really hard with my brother
And now I'm shaking
Cause of course he could beat me
But the pain's not
From the red and swollen forehead
It's from some place so much deeper within
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