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 I step outside my car and lean against the car door and wait. I look up at the sky anxiously and covered my bare arms with my hands. The words “Where is he?” and “Is he even alive?” repeatedly ran through my head. Finally I felt his hand grab the top my shoulder. I quickly turned around and was relieved to find him in one piece “Isn’t it the girl who’s always suppose to wait for the guy?” I cross my arms and smirk playfully. “We’ll I’m not your average guy now am I?” “That you most certainly are not. So how did the meeting with my father go?” He looked at

  I purge myself into the memories of my childhood, and attempt to sort the truth from the lies. As I go deeper I realize the only fragment of my memories that I can assume to be true are my own personal feeling at that given moment of time, feelings that I have abandoned long ago. As I go in even deeper I struggle not to separate myself from the rest of the world and become an emotionless being. The pain and anxiety of having lost my dearest emotions makes it hard to expect anything but despair. Even so I must continue to hope and dream that these feelings of my childhood are still inside me, that the hatred has not yet consumed my feelings