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Mom. in Thoughts of a sad person.

Revised: 01/06/2018 8:49 a.m.

  • Jan. 6, 2018, 6 a.m.
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Is been a year.
A year where I have been contemplating suicide in every aspect. Where it holds my hand telling me to come, but on the other hand I have her radiant smile, warm and face. It hurts so bad.

I never felt so lost in my life. I thought that maybe death would be forgotten for a while and we will move on but I was wrong.

So, God.
Is she still radiant? Like the burning sun? Happy and at peace? Is she still here? Because it hurts. All I want is her voice to soothe me and to tell me that everything will be okay. She was my sun, even thought I never told her. The reason of me to keep going. I wonder if she knew how much I missed and I loved her and I never told her.

I don’t have regret. I’m just angry. It hurts so bad, to the point that I think that dying will solve everything. But…
I rather go back to sleep…


Last updated January 06, 2018


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