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Your dad shook my hand,
and held me tight for an odd amount of seconds, the night of your funeral.
It started as a handshake,
his fingers curling around mine, my finger rubbing against his wedding band--
strong arms wrapping around my somber frame,
and he shook me,
as if to wake me.
As if to remind me,
you wouldn't be back; Caroline wails in the background, "It's not right. It shouldn't have mattered."
He sobbed in my freshly oiled hair to thank me for knowing you.
And even though, I knew it would be a closed casket,
the bullet chewing through your skull in closed captioning
I wore a low cut shirt,
to remind you of what you'd never need again.
and held me tight for an odd amount of seconds, the night of your funeral.
It started as a handshake,
his fingers curling around mine, my finger rubbing against his wedding band--
strong arms wrapping around my somber frame,
and he shook me,
as if to wake me.
As if to remind me,
you wouldn't be back; Caroline wails in the background, "It's not right. It shouldn't have mattered."
He sobbed in my freshly oiled hair to thank me for knowing you.
And even though, I knew it would be a closed casket,
the bullet chewing through your skull in closed captioning
I wore a low cut shirt,
to remind you of what you'd never need again.
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Friends are the best to have when you do not have a family to lean on. My closest friends that I have gone to school with since kindergarten, are now online with me. This has helped me to feel better, if we ever get separated, I will be able to still get in contact with them. These guys are my family ever since I had lost my parents.
Thank you guys for always being there for me.
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To my watchers and friends on here.
I will only be able to post things on here via the deviantart app and further more I won't be as active as I used to be as I have some personal issues to deal with at home. I will try to repost my stories and also if you all are reading this then I hope you can understand. Even if there are only a few of you I would like to say thanks for the support!!! 😹
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Done.
Done.
Have you ever felt like you’re slipping through the cracks? Like everything and everybody keeps moving and progressing but you’re simply stationary? The world’s spinning and orbiting the sun with its planetary buddies within its own little neighborhood of a galaxy in an infinitely vast universe, and there you are. You somehow exist outside of all of this without even truly being aware of your removal. You’re witnessing. You watch and listen and feel and taste everything the same way that every other creature does, but somehow it isn’t the same. Somehow you’ve become a bystander rather than a participa
I can't get this one right. Forgive me, Kanish.
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