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May 2014
i can compare his absence to anything
but the fact of the matter is he is gone
he's dead
my father is dead
and everything i do
the amount of times I try to explore the world
A new crack shatters my skin
I was never prepared to move on
so
your judgmental eyes
lips moving fast

don't you understand
I'll never be able to match your stride
I'll never move on

I wish you could understand
April
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