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A little piece is a big piece.

Posted on August 27, 2015 by admin

I realised how time truly flies, and I can’t remember the last time I thought of papa.
The other day in the lift, an old man, about papa’s age said ” Good morning “.

And I cried the whole way to work.

How I missed my dad.

First I felt ashamed, then I felt like I let him down, then I felt guilty. Then angry.
I think I have been feeling angry for a long time – at why did he had to die. And yes I know its something I cannot comprehend or whatever. I can reason myself – but I don’t understand. I obviously cannot accept it, still.

And it has eaten me alive.

I don’t have hope. I don’t have the slimmest chance to love anymore.

Simply because I can’t deal with anymore pain.

Don’t know how to deal with life sometimes. This fucking shit.

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