It seems that whenever I get my heart broken, I think about my dad. And then I don’t think about my dad. And then January happens. And then this.

It seems that whenever I get my heart broken, I think about my dad. And then I don’t think about my dad. And then January happens. And then this.
You guys have the same smile. Just look in the mirror and walla. Just kidding but not really. Sorry for your loss. When one door closes another one opens.
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