5 years since my father was killed.
Remembered all the things we did, all the fun we had.
Remembered thinking "holy shit, I actually have a father."
Remembered the last time I saw him.
Too painful, will write about it at some other time.
And I kissed a girl with a broken jaw that her father gave to her. She had eyes bright enough to burn me. They reminded me of yours.
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