Goodbye.

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I am now wring a notebook of lies, I keep telling myself that my father is out there. When just possibly, he may not, will I stop looking?

Yes.
I have given up on my search, these voices, these shadows are too much.
I'm sorry my father, I am weak. I am so sorry for wasting your time, please don't bother to read this anymore I am done. I am completely fed up and I'm going to seek medical help now possibly contact the authorities, they could find my father better then I could.

Goodbye.

-Vivian