It's so hard to let someone go when you love them so much. But enough is enough, and no matter how much you love them it has to be done. I haven't seen him in 2 weeks. I didn't get to see him one last time. I didn't get to hug him one last time. I didn't get to kiss him one last time. He's gone and I never get to do any of that stuff ever again. I've lost him again. I know this will be good for me in the long run, but if I could be able to at least see his face one last time I would.
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Everything Wrong With Me: A Series Of Short Pieces About My Life And Struggles
Non-FictionEach chapter is a small peice of writing telling about depressing things that have happened to me that i cant seem to clear from my head. Enjoy!
