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Aug 2017
he was always my rock

so when he crumbled
and turned to dust

I did, too
when my dad killed himself nearly two years ago, I felt like I died a little bit, too. Things will never be the same, and every time I think I'm okay, I get hit with the pain all over again. I miss him more than words can express, and I'll never be able to eloquently enough word the way I feel about losing him.
Arlo Disarray
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