Haven't cried in over a week. But last night I did. I cried for a while. I begged and pleaded with God. I did everything I could. And you're still not here.
I woke up exhausted, as if I struggled physically in those hours I spent crying. I did.
I'm spent.
Done.
Dying.
Not quite dead.
Miss you.
Miss being happy.
Miss the moments when the family is all together.
All happy.
Never again.
Never afuckingain.
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