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I don't really know how to feel. There is nothing I can do, you are gone. This is real. This overwhelming feeling of knowing I cannot hide. My thoughts are dark, I feel lonely inside. I miss your homemade cakes and warm inviting smile. The inevitability of death, is it really worthwhile?
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Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 3:52 PM UTC
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I don't really know how to feel. There is nothing I can do, you are gone. This is real. This overwhelming feeling of knowing I cannot hide. My thoughts are dark, I feel lonely inside. I miss your homemade cakes and warm inviting smile. The inevitability of death, is it really worthwhile?
leanne
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Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 3:52 PM UTC
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