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he slammed the door. without ..me.. saying goodbye.

maybe a bit crazy in his last days, and my little bro was calling him « yellow ». i thought he was still decent.

i hate myself right now. was supposed to see him seven days ago and we changed the date. makes me feel even worse. why is everything so freaking wrong those days.

grand-dad is gone and i wasnt even able to say goodbye.