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He is slightly over six foot one.
He wears washed out blue jean pants, that usually have one tear that exposes a knee cap.
He smokes a pack or more of cigarettes a day.
He wears worn out T-shirts everyday, no matter the weather.
He has long skinny legs that take very long strides.
He has deep blue beautiful eyes.
He has very broad and manly shoulders.
He has an oval shape face, and a broad manly jaw.
He has stubble above and below his light pink lips.
He has dark brown hair, that is on the short side.
He always looks content, but I know this is a front.
He has a girlfriend, which I despise, because her promiscuous behavior.
He is a honest and loyal.
He is quiet around most, but is very intimidating looking.
He plays pool, after a long sweaty day at work, every day at 7:30 pm
He has long lanky arms.
He is skinny, too skinny.
He always has a super big gulp from 7-11 at dinner, which contains Pepsi.
He wears a Notre Dame hat that I gave him when he, barely, graduated high school in 2005.
He wanted to go to college, or enroll in the Navy.
He had goals, but now, is to lazy and unwilling to achieve them.
He had a great posture, but over the years I have noticed his shoulders fold in sometimes.
He scratches his fore arms, and brushes his nose with his index finger constantly.
He does Meth.
He does crack Cocaine.
He might do LSD, PSP, heroin, benzos, or other uppers.
He injects.
He snorts.
He smokes marajuana.
He has an addiction, which he denies.
He has pushed me out of his life.
He is my father figure.
He is my father figure?
He is my hero
He was my hero?
He is my older brother
He is Timothy Patrick Morgan.
He is Timothy Patrick Morgan?


He has broken my heart.










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