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- Apr 14, 2019
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She's gone. Her smile was the only thing that has kept me hanging on to this reality by a thread. For a decade she has been my reason for waking up each day. No matter how much I was hurting, I could always keep going because that would mean I would see her again. Her presence made me feel whole. When I wasn't with her I would lose my fucking head every time but she would always come back to put me back together. I hope she is happier now. I am a burden. So I'm glad. But even so this anguish is my signal to let go. She's rid herself of me and now I must do the same. I am so lucky to have spent my time with her.