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i see a white truck driving opposite me they’re on the opposite side of the valley i wonder who is driving. i like to imagine it’s a father with a little girl strapped in mostly because i want to imagine it’s me in my fathers brown chevy it smelled like cigarettes and spring. i mostly hope it’s the same for that little girl and her father. i miss my father cranking the windows down, he would pull over to do it because neither of us could reach. he would go to hell and back for me. i love him and he loves me so why can’t we say it out loud. now i sit on the bus with an aching back trapped inside windows that won’t open and i look across the valley.
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Mar 26, 2022
Mar 26, 2022 at 1:42 PM UTC
white truck
i see a white truck driving opposite me they’re on the opposite side of the valley i wonder who is driving. i like to imagine it’s a father with a little girl strapped in mostly because i want to imagine it’s me in my fathers brown chevy it smelled like cigarettes and spring. i mostly hope it’s the same for that little girl and her father. i miss my father cranking the windows down, he would pull over to do it because neither of us could reach. he would go to hell and back for me. i love him and he loves me so why can’t we say it out loud. now i sit on the bus with an aching back trapped inside windows that won’t open and i look across the valley.
i love my father so much
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20/F/New York
Mar 26, 2022
Mar 26, 2022 at 1:42 PM UTC
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