My father killed himself when i was 5 some people say sorry for what happened like 7 years ago. Why do people do that i don't even care that he killed himself. I didn't cry I've never cried for what he did i didn't love when he was alive i rarely ever saw him. Most of my best memories with my father are at at bar that was owned by my father's best friend who me and my siblings called an uncle I still considered him an uncle even though I've forgotten his name and haven't seen him in years that bar caved in on itself there goes that place it was a good bar.
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my imagination
RandomI was told to share some of the things my mind makes up. So here it is things my mind cooks up stories and rants.
