Rain of Sorrow.
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MatureOngoing22m
Last published Sat, Jun 18, 2011
It’s easy to reflect now, as I look back at her life. The feelings of emptiness are all consuming. However, with the passage of time, it will soon become just another scar across my already broken heart. I’ve done all my crying in the dark. The bitter tears no longer fall against my cheeks....My sister Ella has taken her own life while I was out grabbing pizza and beer for a girls night in...
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