When Angels Fall

When Angels Fall

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No one knows the feeling of losing your twin. You never feel the same, in life, death, everything is different. Time stops, tears start. It's like losing your other half (literally). It tears you apart from the inside out. No one can understand your pain, no one can help you through it, no one can get through as you slowly get so alone you just want to close your eyes and fall backward into the empty blackness that is death. No one gets the feeling of loss between twins, people never have understood the rage, the love, the sadness, and pain of being with/without someone that close. When their gone, lost in an endless void of nothing to live for. But even then it's not the same without them. For those of you who know, I feel your pain. But for those of you who don't, it destroys you. You just want to die, feeling you have nothing to live for. I never got over my twin being gone, it ripped a hole in me, never recovering, I wanted to slowly pass along into the submission of death, in the most agonizing way possible. No one knows, no one understands.
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