My first father wasn't even my father until eighteen years in. Within months into that I realized I would only ever be second to his first, daughter that is. Even though technically, I was his first daughter, in his eyes, SHE was REALLY his daughter.
Twenty-nine years in I was given a amazing chance to have a second father in my life. Double the time it took before until I learned the lesson all over again. I often try to figure out why his eyes look at it like his eyes do. The connection took me awhile. The pain was so loud, most days it took all my energy to keep it below the storm. Rage is a tempestuous animal even God himself cannot contain. It talks about it in the Bible.
The storm is cooking. Everyday becoming a little bit more like Tyler Durden. Disappearing. When the devil creeps in, he creeps in good.
Twenty-nine years in I was given a amazing chance to have a second father in my life. Double the time it took before until I learned the lesson all over again. I often try to figure out why his eyes look at it like his eyes do. The connection took me awhile. The pain was so loud, most days it took all my energy to keep it below the storm. Rage is a tempestuous animal even God himself cannot contain. It talks about it in the Bible.
The storm is cooking. Everyday becoming a little bit more like Tyler Durden. Disappearing. When the devil creeps in, he creeps in good.
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