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"Written for my puppa he died whe i was 1 year old and i only have one memorie of him..kinda ironic...but yeah the meomrie is me watching the clock that was in the living room at our old house whall he held me... i still miss him which is pathetic cuzz i dident even really know him but i remember feeling warm and safe with him so thats about all i need to know that i loved him and he loved me .....well yeah" {Original comment}

My grandfather, my Puppa, was akin to Paul Bunyon in terms of ledgends to me growing up. His passing broke everyone, everything. I believed if he hadn't passed my life would have never been so bad. How could it, the man cracked codes, he built computers, as a kid he built railroads. If he couldn't fix it then, who could?

For some reason, I can't stand how this is turning out. As you can see, it's under really heavy construction.

When I was younger I did things that some people would call insane. That was my way of living in the moment. I haven?t been able to find that way of living again. I didn't even realise I had lost it. I'm searching.

I wrote this for the 6 teenagers that died in the unfortunate car accident a few weeks ago. I did not know them but I feel sorrow for the families and friends that loved them. My sympathies are with you.

I sort of like it. It's just stealing bits from all of my favorite poetry that I've written. Not that original, but fun.