the day my world was born without my father
yep. a birthday…but the wrong one…
the day that everything turned into memories to be blurred by time. the day i lost a friend. the day i lost my father. the day … the day i lost a big part of me. the day o lost a way of living and thinking. the day small touchable things started to matter more that the “invisible” ones. the day i first met my regrets. and i could go on an on. instead i keep looking on the internet for small traces, for borrowed words, for footprints on the cold sand. only the man that made them is not in front of me, but behind. so maybe i should start looking for the part he left inside me. the “Him” that remained in me.
Happy birthday, world! I hate you! 
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