Belong


i was always kinda glad

she didn’t throw 

me out

when I was small

you know like the cat or the dog or her friends or my father or brother or stepfather or little sister

and even though 

it’s painful

still kinda grateful 

it wasn’t til i was 

older

before she told 

me 

that’s where 

belong

too

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