𝓉𝓌𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓎 𝓉𝓌𝑜

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It hurts, it hurts because I know that if I'd arrived just a little sooner, ran instead of tiptoed, screamed instead of whispered, he might still be here.

I would have had him in the flesh, not just his ghost.


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