It's 12:00 a.m.
Barley hitting June 18, 2019.
There's not much I can say. I still can't believe this. I refuse to. I keep hoping he's just going to appear again and say that it was all a publicity stunt.
I wouldn't even hate him. I'd love him even more knowing that he was still here.
I can't imagine losing a son. I can't imagine losing a father.
Rest easy king 🕊
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