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You know recently I've been thinking.
About Eric.
As his birthday is coming up in sixteen days I start to question why.
Why is it that I, who's birthday is on the 22nd, will be seeing 20.
And he didn't. He never got to see it.
It's like just something that kills me and I just can't walk away and accept it.
I just wait and hope that maybe, just maybe he's alive. That maybe August 29th, 2004 is the biggest nightmare of my life and it's going to be over soon.
How can you heal when the person you were close to just slips between your fingers without a single way to say things that should have been said.
Why do I get to go on living free and happy while he remains six feet under never to see the world again?
Death sucks.
About Eric.
As his birthday is coming up in sixteen days I start to question why.
Why is it that I, who's birthday is on the 22nd, will be seeing 20.
And he didn't. He never got to see it.
It's like just something that kills me and I just can't walk away and accept it.
I just wait and hope that maybe, just maybe he's alive. That maybe August 29th, 2004 is the biggest nightmare of my life and it's going to be over soon.
How can you heal when the person you were close to just slips between your fingers without a single way to say things that should have been said.
Why do I get to go on living free and happy while he remains six feet under never to see the world again?
Death sucks.