my folks are still alive and i love them very much. but the foolt hat i am, i am seldom able to express how much i care for them. and i'm afraid by the time i work my way around to really telling them, it'll be too late. i have all the maturity of an 11 year old going through life. i have grown older, but not grown up. i need them but don't dare confess. i'm a fool. i am alone. and there's nothing i fear more than this everlasting, soul killing lonliness. i miss you, mum-dad.
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