I still can't get over it. Everything reminds me of him. I can't even look at the color orange without thinking of crappy picnics and bone statues. I can't see kids running, without thinking of him. If he hadn't gotten cancer, maybe he would have ran like that. What if we were both cancer free? Then maybe we could have run together. The anorexia has gotten in the way of things too. My pain is at a 10, (which I saved) and I don't think it will ever drop. Ansel? Are you up there? Because I need you right now.
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