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Wrote this from today. Im on my way now to get food for my sisters becsuse this is a true story and we really do not have food atm.
Ideally I would have wanted to choose two colors and make the daddy lines to progressively fade lighter and lighter and the responses to progressively get darker and dark to illustrate how the child speaker gets wwake whole the father gets stronger control but i wI'll go back and edit later. .
[Daddy I'm really hungry
Thats too bad. You've had a banana and nuts for the day. That's plenty. Look at the fridge. I'm busy now.
Daddy I'm really hungry. There's no food.
Don't you lecture me. I don't know what's wrong with you.
Daddy I'm hungry. I can't concentrate in school
Now you're fighting. Don't ever talk to me again.
I do not speak people who whine and complain.
I am so good to you. This is how you say thank you?
I agree, this definitely is heartbreaking and also reminds me of someone I know.
Do you ever get a little bit tired of life
Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die
Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive
'Cause you gotta survive
I like how you wrote this. The way you ended it showed emotion.
If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?
Years of tearing down our banners, you and I
Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first