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I'll remember you in every cigarette, every cheap bottle of vodka, every shady opiod deal I went with to, every second home away from dad, every bar you'd take me with pool nights. All while I was just a kid. I didn't have friends but I had you, and you taught me to find love in broken people. I miss you and grieve all over again for every day I remember you are dead.
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