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Jan 2018
Seeing someone you love die is the most beautiful awful ****** up thing you can ever experience. The chair you sit in is empty. When I find old books that make me think of you. Hell, when I drink ginger ale I think of you. You taught me to be brave and to embrace myself and that's something my father never did for me...but you did. The soul who gave me the best hugs ever and the most wisdom. And when it was time to go we said a special goodbye the one you told us when we would leave your home out into the world. Goodbye, Good Luck.
Ann Heart
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Ann Heart  18/F
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