October 27th
Come back... Be here
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I break down...
Cause it's not fair that you're not around
It wasn't fair.
None of it was fair.
Why did he have to go away?
Why did he have to leave?
The night he left he didn't sleep.
He was worried.
Scared.
Terrified.
What if something happened to him?
What if he didn't come home?
What if he never, ever saw him again?
He hated thinking about it, but all of it was a possibility.
He could die.
He wasn't ready for that, he didn't want that to happen - obviously.
It wasn't fair.
The breakdowns came often, mostly silent, no one else hearing them.
Quiet sobs, face buried into his pillow.
Because it wasn't fair.
It wasn't fair that his Dad wasn't around.
His Dad shouldn't be fighting in a war he didn't want to.
It wasn't fair...
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