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В процессе, впервые опубликовано мар. 29, 2015
I dont remember the last time my parents talked.
I havent told my dad "i love you" in four years.
My dad married my step mom the day after my parents divorced.
I was the flower girl.

And as i passed by the rows of chairs throwing flowers.
I imagined they were rocks. 
And i threw them as hard as i could.
I was 6.
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