I'm a horrible bitch, clawing at my own heart. It's only been 6 years, and that is how quickly it takes to forget.
He died on Sunday, and it took Wednesday to remember. He coat dropped, and I said sorry.
I forgot my own flesh and blood. My father.
Daddy.
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Little Ideas for Little Minds
Non-FictionA diary for the random thoughts of my life. Sometimes I will post maybe three of four a day, but you'll never know...
