

Here's to usAnd as tears run down my face I think to myself 'He can't really be gone. It's just not true'. But the fact is, he will never be coming home again, never be there to support me, never be there to make me laugh. Never, ever again. It's feels like something out of a story. Something that you think will never happen to you. It was just like any other ordinary day. He had kissed me before he left and whispered to me he loved me. I told him that I loved him too and that he meant the world to me. Then, at about eleven I recieved a phone call. 'Im afraid to say that your Husband has been involved in a suicide incident. He has jumped in front of a trHere's to us
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When will this planet learn to love?
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"i like night much better than day
i like the dark and nobody is around to bother you
i like walking at night too
nobody is there to bump into you
you dont have to have a care in the world
because nodoy is awake to bother with you"
-K.J. Hayward
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