You wake up same as every other morning and suddenly you realize you aren't the one you used to be. You are lost and he is gone. Staring at the picture can't believe it's you. Still not getting the fact, you used to be so good. A chain of thoughts of how it was before, why did you have to go? Wherever you are I hope you are well and still hope's not gone...


R.J

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