And soon I'm sobbing I controllably, I can barely see my phone screen through my tears as I try to respond. My mom hugs me for forever. I cry some more. I listen to sad songs and scroll through Pinterest to make a board just for him. I sit with a straight face. Then I think about him and the tears start flooding down my face again and thoughts run through my mind and I can't think straight I can't do anything. What am I supposed to do with my photos of you, of us? The texts? The voice recording of you saying I Love You? What am I supposed to do with the memories? What am I supposed to do now that you're gone?
I'm crying
I'm crying
I'm crying
I'm crying
I'm dying
I'm dying
I'm dying
I'm dying
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Meredith's Thoughts Volume 2
RandomSo basically my other book had too many parts in it so I have to make volume 2. Exciting right?
