My soul is tired. Doesn't matter how much I sleep or how much coffee I drink or how long I lay down. My body has given up. I lost my smile, I lost my happiness. I think one of the hardest things in life is to mourn someone who is still alive. I want to smile and I want to be happy and I try everyday but it just doesn't work. A piece of me died when I lost you and that piece meant A lot to me.
Friday, September 22, 2017
I lost
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