My Darling...

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my darling,

still not a day goes past where I don't think of you and the pain you've left behind. They say in death only one person dies, then why did I die with you? Why am I not lying in the ground and you walking freely in the streets? It doesn't seem right that I am walking around doing my everyday business, acting like everything is fine. People will walk up to me and say 'are you okay?' I answer, 'yes' as always but inside I am anything but 'yes' I am so far from that 'yes'. I wish I could be free, I wish I could be happy.. oh darling, I'm so sorry... please forgive me.



Hunter. 

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