i miss Paul walker

i miss Paul walker

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i miss Paul walker so much he always have been my favorite in fast and Furious i remember when I saw the pictures of Paul's car I had cried I mean like I cried . I'm going to say that when I see Paul or here see you again my friend I can't believe that someone that great died but I know we have to be okay because I know god has him and told him that everything is okay and don't ever let no one bring you down and keep your head up. I know that god told him don't be scared if you die you will hold my hand and everyone will miss like the people who loves
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They say when you fall in love, there's no denying it. Falling in love is the most special thing in the world, because standing before you is the one you're meant to spend the rest of your life with. Once, I did believe that, with everything of my very being. It was incredible, undeniable as had once been said. Our wedding was so beautiful, touching some would say. I'd never seen a man cry before that day. Then things changed. I lost feeling as I became trapped, unable to pull from the web surrounding me. I would scream, yet nobody heard a thing. Cry, yet nothing changed. Fight, but I always lost. "Say you love me." I remember telling him. He would always say he did, then the beatings started again and I was back in a cycle of torment and pain. I had given up completely. Then one night, things changed. A miracle some would say, as the monster before me was no more. The car wreck had saved me. The memories and nightmares would still haunt me though. Overtime I tried to be happy, but his face, his hands, his spit, all the memories kept coming back. I never thought I'd be able to get away. I lost all belief in love and beauty. All I saw was destruction as I locked myself away from the pain waiting to creep back in. I spoke of this to nobody, and with that meant I stopped speaking all together. I shoved those who cared away, because I was scared. I'm still scared, but yet again, things changed.

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