LiesMature

Lies

17 years of them.

We’re in debt

So much debt

All your mother

Her fault

Hers

The bailiffs

They’ll be round soon

University?

What’re you gonna get there with?

We have no money

Your mother

Her fault

Blame her

Go on

Point your finger

I’ve not done anything

All her.

Such bullshit.

Now the truth’s out

Can’t take it

Can’t look at you

Emotions boil

So so mad

I don’t know you anymore

Trust

All gone

Who are you?

Why would you do that?

I don’t understand

Dad

Lies

17 years of them.

The End

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