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Nov 14, 2011 13:18

The bars are closed and even the crickets are asleep. I’m standing in the cemetery looking at all of the dead; there is a man that has been dead now for over 100 years, who was younger and wilder than you are than I am. I light the next to last cigarette, remembering all of the 2ams of my past. My father is somewhere under this earth. I’m ( Read more... )

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presentpossible November 16 2011, 02:11:18 UTC
this is beautiful. wishing you nothing but good things. xoxo

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go_askalice November 16 2011, 03:09:53 UTC
i love you. and i love reading what you write about your dad.

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kissthegirl____ November 16 2011, 19:51:00 UTC
beautiful

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