thirteen years, full of grief and sorrow, i remembered that i thought there was nothing past tomorrow. a broken mind, i don't know who i am anymore. every passing day i savor my memories, the days that my children would bring me joy, the days my wife looked at me with a smile on her beautiful face. a world where we were in peace seemed so far yet, i hadn't known that paradise was right in front of my very own eyes.
is this truly the end of me? i have yet to see my grandchildren, is it time for me to go? i don't want to go. please, just one more day. one more day where i can live in that world i always wished for. the world that i was too blind to see. please, don't take away the time i need.
this isn't the end for me.
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a letter of sorrow.
Ficción Generalcrimson blood spills as i take my last breath. was this really it? this wont be the end for me. lowercase - fiction . just felt like writing a short first person story.
