Sick

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When we got there I was sick to my stomach. I was still crying. Tears all down my face. You couldn't even tell my face was flesh. It was just...tears. my great grandma told me to stop crying because I was gonna get sick. I responded back by saying "I can't. It hurts. Half of my heart is shattered and is stabbing me on the inside." She asked me about the other half. I responded back again saying "Tim has it. That's the half that isn't broken." I was stil crying as I said those things. I did not eat much for dinner I was sick to my stomach. After dinner though my mom wanted to come get me to see your dad. My uncle Tommy cause he really needed to see me. I didn't hesitate or say no. I said "I wanna see him. Please hurry."

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