Sitting on the edge of the bed in the olive green room. Looking at her pale cold dead body. Holding her brittle hands. Emotions run through me. I feel her reaching out to me. I hold on tighter. She is trying to escape her pain. she needs to let go and move on. In my head I think that she will be ok. Even though in my heart I know she wont. She is
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i love you ang and im here if u wanna talk. u know that.
love you tonssss<3
:-*
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