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my father sat in his room to the music he later chose to raise me with; now, I sit in my room with the music he chose to raise me to. even when he isn’t looking, he still sees the man he used to be and I see the man I will be- to our music.
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Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 10:32 PM UTC
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my father sat in his room to the music he later chose to raise me with; now, I sit in my room with the music he chose to raise me to. even when he isn’t looking, he still sees the man he used to be and I see the man I will be- to our music.
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30/Cisgender/Ohio
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 10:32 PM UTC
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