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Fall to Pieces

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The smell of your colonge,
makes me weep.
Old Spice.
I remember I had gotten that,
for you,
on your 32nd birthday.
You were everything to me,
dad.
Why did you leave.
You left me with the meanest,
cruelest,
people on this earth!
I miss you so much dad!
It hurts.
It makes me want to...
Fall to pieces...





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