for all the people that have wiped tears and held me. for those who've chosen to stay. for those who made existing a little less tiresome. for those who've given me a reason to hold on until tomorrow. for all the people.
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what i would've gave
Poetry#17 in poetry! part 1 - there are so many things i wish i could tell him. ask him. scream at him. but he's not coming back and i don't want it. not anymore, not the way i used to. the day i stopped calling him dad was the day he died. part 2 - som...
