thinking about my dad.

Maybe when I get older, we can figure out how to grow closer. That would mean forgiveness, on both sides. Forgiving isn't my best ting. Easier staying pissed. But I'm tired of being pissed all the time. Tired of feeling hurt by stuff that can never be fixed because it is an indelible part of the past.

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