What happened to your dad, OP?
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let the feels out, this also give you that good father son vibe
Niggers
No one cares moral fag.
Go to b/.
>crazy mom pushed my father away
Sorry for your loss, user. It'll be okay, dude. Live on and make him proud
These posts are made to destroy the abundant #pizzagate evidence.
Do not fall for them.
OP just found out his dad voted for Hillary.
how is this politics?
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did he die?
This is subtly different from the actual single that was released, isn't it?
What version is this?
Your dad touched children
I'm sorry OP. One day you'll be a dad, and your love for your dad will shine through right to your kid.
Don't let his passing break you down. He wouldn't have wanted that. You know you have to keep going for him. Just hang in there.
not how he died, but how he lived
Not to be a dick, sucks ass about your dad and everything, but what the fuck are you thinking? You really think Sup Forums is the best place to seek comfort at this time? Are you that fucking unstable? Hit /adv/ or something man we will just give you shit.
here's some cleavage to cheer you up
>assuming op's gender
All you can do op, is make your father proud. Make your family proud, live your life to the fullest.
Lost my dad a couple years ago. Tough to deal with all the bad feels. You just have to remind yourself that no matter how bad the feels are from losing him, they are trumped by all the good feels you got during the time he was alive. Besides he's with you always now. Feel better user
I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning to the end
He noted that first came her date of her birth
And spoke the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years
For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved her
Know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not how much we own;
The cars, the house, the cash,
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard.
Are there things you’d like to change?
For you never know how much time is left,
That can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough
To consider what’s true and real
And always try to understand
The way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger,
And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we’ve never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect,
And more often wear a smile
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.
So, when your eulogy is being read
With your life’s actions to rehash
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?
Don't forget him, faggot.
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the only fag here is you, leaf. hope your dad dies sucking dog dick