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Sep 2014
i used to go downstairs
to find my dad watching
football and i would pretend
to understand what was
happening as i told him
about my day, and he
would say he loved me.

now six years later it's
football season and i
haven't gone downstairs
in a months.
i wish i knew why.
h.d.
im sorry dad, i wish i knew why.
hannah
Written by
hannah  atlanta
(atlanta)   
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