Aug 2014
My father doesn’t exist.
At least not to me.
He disappeared years ago when he stopped calling.
You don’t exist.
At least not to me.
You disappeared years ago when you stopped calling.
At least not to me.
He disappeared years ago when he stopped calling.
You don’t exist.
At least not to me.
You disappeared years ago when you stopped calling.
I don't feel you anymore.
(20/F/Texas)
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