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I guess. . . little by little, "Life" is some what improving. Life can never be the same for me. . . but it doesn't have to stay this way any longer. It's hard for people to understand what I'm going through ... atleast most do. If it happened to you, how would you react? Everyone is different, so the aftermath or result of "Death" varies. I guess it takes longer for me to pick up the pieces. It just hurts too much to do anything about. . . well, anything. What motivation do I have? To who or what do I have any obligation to? Nobody and nothing. I'm a big black gapping hole.