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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