03-02-2018, 04:06 PM
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His funeral was today. His fucking funeral. It's permanent, it's not changing. He's gone for good. I thought it wouldn't hurt as much when I saw him again, when they buried him. It does. It hurts. I want to go back. But there's no going back. It is in the past - he is in the past. I think Charlie is trying to make me feel better by saying he is in a better place, but even if he is, that doesn't erase that he is dead. He is dead and there's no going [the paper is ripped in half here, with the other half nowhere to be found]
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roped up, rat in a cage
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