ivan broke my heart when he shot himself in the head.
what little faith i had. it's been hard to find more.
(but i am trying. trying to believe. and when i am laying in the park next to joe listening to little league sounds and the sun is on my face i forget that i was ever afraid of anything.)
how do you harness that. where do you keep it when you are far from home.
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