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You are ******* Brilliant Con man Devoted Enigmatic Father Gregarious Healer Indignant Jovial Kartikeya Liar Machiavellian Narcissist Ogre Provider Quaint Resilient Sage Thief Ubiquitous Vagrant Wanted Xylene Yawl Zestful All these things are only a small representation of that which you were. To be honest These are only the things That I recall You being to me Being for me I refuse to Sanctify you I refuse to Demonize you You Sir Gone so many days Missed for so long Moons have passed Pleasures which I I prayed you observed Millions of events large and small have come and gone since that day Most of which are insignificant Many of which will never be complete with out you having been there You are gone these things are what you were you are still alive in me so they are things that you are and I have to accept that I am. It has been 9 years and counting... r.i.p. Pops
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Mar 6, 2010
Mar 6, 2010 at 11:14 PM UTC
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You are ******* Brilliant Con man Devoted Enigmatic Father Gregarious Healer Indignant Jovial Kartikeya Liar Machiavellian Narcissist Ogre Provider Quaint Resilient Sage Thief Ubiquitous Vagrant Wanted Xylene Yawl Zestful All these things are only a small representation of that which you were. To be honest These are only the things That I recall You being to me Being for me I refuse to Sanctify you I refuse to Demonize you You Sir Gone so many days Missed for so long Moons have passed Pleasures which I I prayed you observed Millions of events large and small have come and gone since that day Most of which are insignificant Many of which will never be complete with out you having been there You are gone these things are what you were you are still alive in me so they are things that you are and I have to accept that I am. It has been 9 years and counting... r.i.p. Pops
Kartikeya- [n] - god of bravery Xylene- [n] - a colorless flammable volatile liquid hydrocarbon used as a solvent Yawl- [n] - a ship's small boat (usually rowed by 4 or 6 oars)
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Mar 6, 2010
Mar 6, 2010 at 11:14 PM UTC
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