In loving memory of Pa
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My father wasn't a famous man. He didn't fill stadiums or conquer stages. Most of his life, he spent behind the wheel of a car, on the roads where the hum of the engine blended with his thoughts and melodies. But to me, he was always a man with a capital M.
In loving memory of Pa is a collection of his unpublished songs and poems, filled with sincerity and warmth. In this book, I've gathered his works in Russian and translated them into English to preserve his voice and share it with the world. Between the lines are stories from his life-memories of a man who knew how to find beauty in simple things and express it through his words.
This is not a book about fame, but about memory. About a man who lived honestly, worked with heart, and left behind more than just songs-he left a mark on the hearts of those who knew him. In loving memory of Pa is for those who cherish simple truths, genuine emotions, and the kind of music that plays in the heart.
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CAUTION: I DID NOT PUT MATURE ON BUT CONTAINS SENSITIVE TOPICS OF ABUSE INCLUDING S/A... & probaly some swearing. There will be disturbing sh*t in here. This book is a poem book of my life pretty much. Its my thoughts and emotions spoken in a different suppossed to be more emotional and deeper way then just looking at what happened and crying about it. What happened can never be fixed but I won't let those people go by un-noticed and I hope karma sincerely kicks them in more then the ass someday. I don't wish pain upon no one but I do crave for them to just UNDERSTAND what they made me feel since they all walked away without a scrape, just a smirk on all their faces in the end. Or they're narcassistic. Theres also letters to people who I still think of to this day that will probably never read them but you guys still hold a special place in my heart. This book is letters and poetry to all; people of my past, present, future, and not only just SURVIVORS but WARRIORS too. You're never alone my loves... Welcome to : "Message Not Delivered"
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