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He exhaled on the count 3

3 was holy, the holy trinity

The father, the son, and the holy spirit

the father and son have long since grown apart

paper thin smiles and white lies to make everthigng seem okay when nothing was

Nothing was okay but that was alright cause that's how it usually was

the picture perfect family was as fragile as the glass the pictures were "protected" by

But glass is weak and paper is easy to tear

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