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Centimeters or miles and miles away. Whichever it was, you were always somewhere else. Trapped in your own nightmare. Nowhere to go, nowhere to run, just you. Alone. Only you, no one, nothing, just oblivion. It went on like this for a few months. The occasional half - smile or a shielded laugh showed me you might still be there. Under all of the sadness and the pain and the scars. Scars that cut deep, permanent but innocuous. Yet I felt that that was what you hated the most. How something so small, could exist as a constant reminder of your failures? Maybe you were still there. Still my father

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