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3:33am is when the time is too early to be night and too late to be day when i miss you the most. i don't know whether to pull the memories closer or throw them away farther from me, father than where you are now if that's even possible. it's too early to have anything in my head but you take over the whole space, and it's too late to put your     laughter        and smile            and kindness                and just overall perfection back into my heart but you fit so right. all i know is that i miss you and i just know it hurts a lot.
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May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 3:36 AM UTC
3:33am
3:33am is when the time is too early to be night and too late to be day when i miss you the most. i don't know whether to pull the memories closer or throw them away farther from me, father than where you are now if that's even possible. it's too early to have anything in my head but you take over the whole space, and it's too late to put your     laughter        and smile            and kindness                and just overall perfection back into my heart but you fit so right. all i know is that i miss you and i just know it hurts a lot.
callmesly
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May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 3:36 AM UTC
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