Now these memories fill my heart, they bury me
About 20 mins. ago I found a lil shoe box in my closet. I opened it which I now wish I didnt. In it waws some pictures, some report cards, and a lot of cards. Most of the cards were from my dad. That fucking son of a bitch. God so many fucking memories came back to me. Memories of him never fucking being there and a few weeks ago I found out why.
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