*Gets asked "how ya doin" at work*
My Brain:
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Me:
"Living the dream"
"If you're guilty and you know it put your hands up, maybe heaven's a parking spot in the back lot, and maybe god is just a cop that we can fast talk."
My father raised me, taught me, comforted me, encouraged me and supported me in all things. He loved me, and I loved him. He taught me how to live. His love and his care, ever present, always unfailing, took me from a girl to a woman — and he showed me what it is to be a man.