I can't wait to move out.
It'll be great,
To finally be away from her.
I'll be sure to send her a post card,
That says
"I'm glad you're not here".
Maybe then she'll get it.
How much I can't stand her.
How much I'd rather be with my dad.
Sure,
My dad isn't perfect.
But he makes me happy,
That should be enough.
One day I'll be far away,
Being sure to stay in close contact with him,
And not her.
I love him.
I loathe her.
Oh well.
In 2 years,
I'll be
Moving out.
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