Time marched on. And I, due to remorse, or perhaps something else—
I couldn’t see you, but always I thought what you would do if you were here; what would make you smile, what would make you mad. I thought about you before doing anything, tried to make you proud with everything I did. I thought, “If you were here, and I did this, would you nod? Would you be willing to praise me a little, say I did okay?” 1/2
— Apr 02, 2025 10:36AM
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