
Perhaps I don't deserve much.
Zach, thanks for the much needed alcohol and cigs.
I'll always pray for you, and be there for you (if you still need) - secretly, silently. I just don't and I can't show you that I do right now. This is me being sacrificial and powerless, for you. And I reckon that's the best I can give you on your special day, to be happy that you're still blessed.
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