Saturday, July 30, 2016

New York, Newwww York


I miss them. I miss my mom, she is my goodness I think.
I miss my dad, and I think he is dying. I think that I'm not supposed to think that. I'm supposed to understand that he's getting better. But I need a number, I need a stage that this is at. Stage 1, that would be great. Well, not great. But better than stage 4.


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