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Sitting in my room after the service. Just sitting there in my thoughts. This pain is too much for me. What did I not get to do or say to her before she left. Did we get into a fight? Or did we leave the night as the peaceful couple we were. All the questions remaining unanswered. I should've driven her to work that day. Maybe she was too tired because I kept her up all night. I should've been there with her. But no, this is my fault. I can't blame myself for this. How could you go?
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5. It has been a month since the love of my life left this earth. I haven't really been as bed-bound as I was. At the beginning, I could barely get out of my covers. I felt her presence next to me when I was in bed. So I guess I didn't want to leave her ever again. But I had to get myself together. It was getting out hand. Scrolling through old pictures of us. She had the most radiant smile I've ever seen. A connection I could never have with anyone else. On the verge of crying, I hear a knock on my door.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
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