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Forensic

Maybe I’ll never make a good father, the world has shown me it’s ugly face. I see things too logically, too realistically. The things I’ve done and seen, my dark sense of humour, twisted sources of entertainment and sexuality. My sedated emotions and even my choice of forensics profession all these things probably makes me a pretty bad father, bad husband, bad boyfriend… And probably a bad person. N.H.
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Jul 18, 2013
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