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Glory wrote this... but she's too shy to post it, so I am. 
She's an amazing poetess... See for yourself 

Tuesday 7 April, 2020

Dear Diary,

Mom slapped Dad.
It sounded like the clap of thunder that struck the day Ada died.
Dad comes to me for solace.
And I rub his head
And he rubs my tender breasts
I think our connection is ethereal
Mom slaps me
She slaps him too
Mom doesn't care about him
She doesn't care about me too

Lol... I like when he spreads my legs and flicks his tongue.

Daddy is my God
Cos he makes me vibrate like Mom does in Church
And sometimes I say incoherent things

His tail reminds me of the pendulum bob we used for practical in school last week.

Lol...hmmm... it's pain, then pleasure.

I wouldn't survive without my dad.
I think Mom is coming

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xoxoxo
Nkechi

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