Walking in my nighty, rubbing my eyes
My fathers sitting on the sofa with his friend
He pats the seat in the middle; i sit
Shivering so cold, a quilt he lends
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Oh my god i couldnt speak for an hour after reading this! ! ! ! Is that a true story because if it is i cant believe how sick and twisted the dad is!