| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - I wish you to hell and back, throw the photo's away he is gone now."slamming my photo's to the floor, The sound of memories scattering across the floor over shadows the turbulence sounds of??????detached stepfather, wishing for my downfall, all the things I will never be, see and do.??????Just because.This old photograph / my hands tremble.I was a baby and he held me in his arms as I rested my head o
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