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I'm sure it what won't happen tonight, I convince myself. Sitting in my basement at two what in the morning, August 18th, 1994, I feel it. A part of me is suddenly gone. Selfish, fucking selfish, her last moments and I wasn't fucking there. I hate myself for that. The phone rings. It's my father. "I know," I say. Before he can even get the words out. "I know." It's been six years... enough time to ease the pain, enough time to find myself again. And still... still I will be walking down the street, driving in my car, listening to what the radio... suddenly, I'm next to her bed, watching her be consumed... my breath is stolen. My heart lurches. And I'm still alone. And oh god, it still hurts. (idea) by Loon (1.3 mon) (print) ? 2 C!sSat Nov 18 2000 at 21:51:29 (person) by grundoon (8.8 hr) (print) ? 3 C!sThu Mar 04 2004 at 17:03:59 My father is ill. He does not want to admit it, but years of smoking camels like he wants to grow a hump have left him with fairly non-functioning lungs.
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