These last few weeks have been hell for me ever since my father passed away. He is someone that I aspire to be on a daily basis. Being at home destroys me, two weeks later and I still try to go into the bedroom to talk to him. Whenever I go outside to smoke, I still wait for him to come outside and join me. He was my Pokemon Go buddy too, he would always talk about all the shiny pokemon he would get. Reality really sets in.. It will never be the same and I won't ever be the same. I've been strong for my mom for so long, I am trying my hardest but I lost a big part of me and that void will stay forever.

I needed to let some feelings out, I do feel a little better.

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