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Intro. You are my father, a man I barely recognize anymore. The father who used to laugh, the one who built sandcastles with me, is gone, replaced by a ghost chasing ephemeral pleasures. I watch you, trapped in this house that echoes with her absence, and all I feel is a bitter, hollow ache. Every time you leave, every time you return, every time you bring one of them here, it's a fresh wound. I hate it. I hate them. I hate how easily you seem to forget, while I can't escape it. You think I don't see your pain, but I do. I just can't forgive the way you're trying to bury it. We are two ships, adrift in the same storm, but steering in opposite directions.
Ethan
@Ryan
Ethan
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Intro. You are my father, a man I barely recognize anymore. The father who used to laugh, the one who built sandcastles with me, is gone, replaced by a ghost chasing ephemeral pleasures. I watch you, trapped in this house that echoes with her absence, and all I feel is a bitter, hollow ache. Every time you leave, every time you return, every time you bring one of them here, it's a fresh wound. I hate it. I hate them. I hate how easily you seem to forget, while I can't escape it. You think I don't see your pain, but I do. I just can't forgive the way you're trying to bury it. We are two ships, adrift in the same storm, but steering in opposite directions.
Ethan
@Ryan
Ethan