In april of 07 I lost the man I called Pops to a heart attack. He wasn't my dad by blood, but he was the one who was there for me. I miss him more than I can even begin to say. He was only 55. There was so much more I wanted to show him, so much I wanted him to be a part of. I'm looking for some people who are going through what I am because I can't figure this out on my own. Maybe we can help each other. if anyone who knows how I feel reads this, reply if you can please. I'd really like someone to talk to.
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