Sweet Insanity
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They say that everything in life happens for a reason. But who say's we caused them? Who say's we have to accept this? When you lose that person, your other half, ripped apart from your side only to be discarded away into the hands of Death. Sometimes, when you love this person enough, you will do anything to get them back. And when you don't succeed, you get more obsessed, more determined to fulfil this need for this irreplaceable life. Who cares if a few people get hurt along the way? As long as we are together, it doesn't matter. As long as we are together, nothing matters. However, some things don't disappear. Scars don't fully heal. Minds don't forgive. People don't forget.
A story of coping with a death of your best friend
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