Think
This Friday marks three weeks since my Step-Dad died. Not a single hour goes by without me thinking of him. I called my Mom earlier this evening claiming "there's got to be more than this" and I still wonder. I still wonder.
I still wonder.
Some days are better than others.
Some days I break down while tying my fucking shoes.
There has got to be more than this. Birth, life, death.
There just
has to be more.
This entry was posted by Frankie, on
12.02.2008.
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