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Tell my mama I’m sorry for living this long. Tell my dad I left so nothing would ever change between us. Let my brothers know they could have called.
My family tree got me and wallet, and even he not fully there. My life is over, I’m just letting the movie end at this point.
I could cry about it but what’s the point in caring. Call this seeking attention, I call it gospel truth. Fuck y’all.
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Elena Yushina, (Ukrainian b.1958), Where Broken Dreams, Oil on canvas
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