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the first hello your said to me was the whimpered cry seeming to say, " I was warm in there" as I teared up and chuckled at what perfection we made remember those scary monsters that haunted your young dreams needing a warm hug and cuddle under the comfort of our blanket and now, this journey we have taken wrought with uncertanties may I say that I hope my guidance has lead you to seek, your own identity but always remember, as you tackle this cruel world, "dad can you help" but I can only answer those question you pose to me and if those answers, dont quell your questions It is your turn now to find your unique answers for the strength of my love for you will never extinquish and that life itself, is always a work in progress
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May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 11:11 PM UTC
A fathers letter to his children
the first hello your said to me was the whimpered cry seeming to say, " I was warm in there" as I teared up and chuckled at what perfection we made remember those scary monsters that haunted your young dreams needing a warm hug and cuddle under the comfort of our blanket and now, this journey we have taken wrought with uncertanties may I say that I hope my guidance has lead you to seek, your own identity but always remember, as you tackle this cruel world, "dad can you help" but I can only answer those question you pose to me and if those answers, dont quell your questions It is your turn now to find your unique answers for the strength of my love for you will never extinquish and that life itself, is always a work in progress
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tom-krutilla
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 11:11 PM UTC
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