"I don't know how else to say it.
Don't want to see my parents go."
But they did...
Two months ago...
Aug 21st 1986 - Jan 29th 2022
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When I was a younger man, I lived in Alaska.
I would tell people how much my family meant to me.
I described the meaning of life in terms of family.
I couldn't wait to come home and join my family again.
When I returned, everything was different.
Dad was angry, mom was crazy, and they hated each other.
We were all scheduled to take a family photo when I came home, but it never happened.
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The last time I cried was in a McDonalds parking lot.
Three years ago.
Mourning the inevitable loss of my family.
I knew it was over.
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Three years later,
I don't know my parents anymore.
I don't know who I am anymore.
I don't have a family.
They broke up... like the Beatles...two months ago
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Now I live a fiercely independent life.
I speak to nobody.
I don't cry anymore.
I live in a city isolated from everyone I know.
I can sit for many days in silence.
I'm a man now, who lives as a man should.
In complete silence.
Without emotion.
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I haven't spoken a word
To a single soul
about how much I miss my family
and how it tortures me daily
to live in silence
knowing that I'm alone in this world.
Who would hear me?
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I'm not allowed to feel anything.
I'm not allowed to miss my family.
I'm not allowed to cry.
I can't tell anybody how I feel.
So I sit, in complete silence.
As a man should.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NmfyBnVNCn0
