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One of the people I love the most in the world lost her husband on Saturday, my birthday. People my age shouldn't die. Healthy people with beautiful little boys and loving wives should get special passes. It's not fair. Life isn't fair. Some times I hate how senseless it seems. I hate how it makes me think about how any moment I could just stop breathing. I hate how it makes me cry whenever I hear cheesy Garth Brooks songs in the middle of the grocery store. I don't know. Sorry, just needed to vent.