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I will always hate this life that was given to me, but I still remember that in the beginning it wasn't all that bad.
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"Jamie baby stop playing in the rain before you get sick!"

I remember those days like it was yesterday. The first was July 7th, 4:27 pm. I was outside dancing in the rain like the naive child I was. She was standing on the porch of our two story house in the middle of nowhere, Louisiana.

She had on a blue dress with flowers all over it and no shoes. Thinking about it now makes me laugh. We both caught a cold that day. Me from the rain and her from never wearing shoes. We stayed home for a week and did nothing but watch movies, eat ice cream and wait for him to come home.














He didn't come home that night.





The second day was July 8th at 12:36pm.








He had  finally come home he wasn't the same. He was distant...cold. He would snap and items closest to him would go flying.






He wasn't the same anymore.

He wasn't himself.



And then on the last day, we lost him all together.





It was like he never existed in our lives.


She slowly forget him and I couldn't remember him.









I remember those day like it was yesterday because that's when my life ended.

















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