I am awake, remembering, thinking. During the day I can avoid going to that raw, festering wound of grief. I keep busy, so very busy. But in the darkness of ungodly hours it is unavoidable. Confronting. I just want to talk to her, hold her, feel her arms around me comforting me. But all there is is pain. And the one person who always made it all better is gone. Forever.
Breathe, just breathe.
Day 2925 - I think I might be going loopy - *Totally absentminded.* I'm not sure this is the best photo for this story, but Halloween is coming up and my face did kind of feel like thisI've been doi...
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