sometimes i think that when i am older and my dad dies i will find a box of all the useless things he brought me back from trips he took (beanie babies, turtle figurines) and cry, remembering how simple he was in his desire to remind us of his love despite his frequent absences.

sometimes i think i shouldn't cliche my future before it even happens.

past future

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