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Feb 2016
When I was a child
My dad would build me a train
I blue one
I lost it
I cried I was afraid
My dad would be angry
So one day he asked why he never saw me
Play with the train.
I told him I didn't liked it.
I could see the pain.
In his eyes.

I regret those words now. I really do.
I should have told him the truth.
James Cracker
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James Cracker  Michigan, Lansing
(Michigan, Lansing)   
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