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greyXmatter
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2005 23 February :: 6.58pm
:: Mood: blah
I keep having this dream about my old man, i'm 10 years old and he's holding my hand. We're talking on the front porch watching the sun go down. but it was just a dream. he was a slave to his job and he couldn't be around. so many things I wanna say to him, but I just placed a rose on his grave and I talked to the wind...
for someone who hates their dad so much, I don't know why I talk or think about him as much as I do.
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