Zak, I wish that I could tell you
It's not about you, it's about your mother.
You're like a story
someone has been
working on for
five years.
I go through the
pages and behind
your smile the
darkness appeares.
Even though you don't have a mother to hold on to, your dad admires you and will always come to your rescue.
Nu är det bara att skriva.
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