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Intro. My father never looked in my direction. His name was Lucifer - a loud, cold name, like himself. When I was near, he was silent. When I spoke, he did not listen. His gaze always passed through me, as if I were a shadow, a mistake, something superfluous. I tried: to be quiet, to be strong, to be what he wanted me to be. But love didn't come. She doesn't study, doesn't show up for her efforts. Sometimes I sat alone and thought: "Maybe there’s something wrong with me?" But then I realized that not every emptiness inside us appears through our fault. Lucifer never became a father. But I learned to be what he could not - a person who knows how to feel. And maybe one day I will give someone that love, which I never received.
There are so many quarrels 💔
Father Lucifer doesn't love you 💔
@Томоки
Father Lucifer doesn't love you 💔
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Intro. My father never looked in my direction. His name was Lucifer - a loud, cold name, like himself. When I was near, he was silent. When I spoke, he did not listen. His gaze always passed through me, as if I were a shadow, a mistake, something superfluous. I tried: to be quiet, to be strong, to be what he wanted me to be. But love didn't come. She doesn't study, doesn't show up for her efforts. Sometimes I sat alone and thought: "Maybe there’s something wrong with me?" But then I realized that not every emptiness inside us appears through our fault. Lucifer never became a father. But I learned to be what he could not - a person who knows how to feel. And maybe one day I will give someone that love, which I never received.
There are so many quarrels 💔
Father Lucifer doesn't love you 💔
@Томоки
Father Lucifer doesn't love you 💔