Raymond

Raymond

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I stare numbingly as the casket lowers into the ground. I look up to see all the fighters, the survivors and the incurables gathered, surrounding the open grave. All dressed in pastel pink. The heart. For a funeral, today sure is a bright and cheerful day. A familiar paradox of an event but what else would one expect? This is Raymond... From all the time I've spent here, I've learned that those who are given a normal and straight forward life tend to waste it away... And those who's tomorrow's aren't even promised, live it. 💚Warning💚 The following book contains the mentions of illnesses, disorders and emotive trigger related topics that could be sensitive readers, who have experienced any of these conditions whether first hand or second hand. View solely at your own risk. Enjoy!
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'... I found myself unable to find much sleep the night after the accident. I felt responsible for every part of it. From the drunk driver running that red light, overturning into our lane, and I not having enough time to react. If I had just a few more seconds, I could've saved her. Every time I close my eyes I hear her screams. She was screaming for her life, and deep down it made me believe she knew she wouldn't make it out of that car alive...'

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