I was 5 and he was 6
we road on horses made of sticks he wore black and I wore white he would always win the fight
i thought you were above all that, its cool...just wait. its way out of my hands this time.
on a complete different note,
its taken a little while for me to be able to put this into words
so here goes nothing:
you were the father of my
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