I would talk to her everyday knowing that she would listen.
I would cry, smile and she was always there to support me.
But then, it was different.
I no longer felt her with me.
I felt afraid.
But I knew it had to be done.
I am glad that she is happy.
Knowing that, I believe I can do this on my own.
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 3:33 AM UTC
I would talk to her everyday knowing that she would listen.
I would cry, smile and she was always there to support me.
But then, it was different.
I no longer felt her with me.
I felt afraid.
But I knew it had to be done.
I am glad that she is happy.
Knowing that, I believe I can do this on my own.
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