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My father never knew a father's love and was crippled for ever. I do not remember a hug I do not remember a nighttime story where the good guys promised peace till morning Perhaps he did and was so diffident that changelings were born and so different that false memories were created and no love ever lived
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Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 8:22 PM UTC
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My father never knew a father's love and was crippled for ever. I do not remember a hug I do not remember a nighttime story where the good guys promised peace till morning Perhaps he did and was so diffident that changelings were born and so different that false memories were created and no love ever lived
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Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 8:22 PM UTC
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