| The Letter 6/98 I dreamed of writing you last night, and tried to do it, with all my might. I don�t know what to say or how to begin, I�d just be repeating myself again. How do I talk to you and what would I say? I�m kinda glad you are far away. It would be better if I never knew you because you�re not easy to talk to. You try to pretend everything�s fine, but you�ve ruined a life--mine. It would be nice if I had the time to show you this or give you a sign. This wouldn�t be so bad, but it is because you are my dad. |
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