my dad told me to never cry unless someone was dead. well these days i feel like he'd dead when he just leaves like i will never know when he's going to come back. i hate it and sometimes i just cant take it anymore. it breaks my heart. i can't pretend to be happy while you not here, because its just not that fair that i can't live with my own parents. i'm not that happy and im trying to stay strong, i really am. but i don't know how long this can last.
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