Death is a sniper. He shoots a bullet into us whenever someone or something we're close to dies. But unlike any normal bullet wound, the bullet remains in our bodies. All that we can do to forget the pain is to busy ourselves with other people and other things, but anytime we think about what happened it hurts again. That's the problem with life, there's no real way to deal with the inevitable.
I love and believe in you.
Stay strong. <3
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