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Listening to: talking downstairs
Feeling: wistful
Who are you again? You seem as if a fleeting memory in my head. I look back. And I think. And I realize I never knew you at all. You were here. And you vanished. And I couldnt be happier. I am so much better off without you. Goodbye, little boy. Things are so much better. I miss you, daddy.
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