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Oct 2015
How's your dad?*
I feel like asking you
But I know why I shouldn't
talk.

You had told me that you
loved me. Now you don't want to
talk to me. That's okay, I guess,
because I know I am the reason.

But I really want to ask you
how your dad is, if you're coping well
with his disease, if you're fine.
If you think of me at all...
Maria Imran
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Maria Imran  22/F
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