Walks #2

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Fluff and depression

I lived...

No smile...

No joy..

I was alone..





































Again.








I would walk down our route everyday and replay old conversations and memories.



Sometimes, I walked by the crash site and I could still see the whole thing happen all over again.


I misses the love of my life.


I missed the one thing that saved my life.


It was gone and so was my happiness.

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