She felt broken, hurt and sad.
She did what was in her heart.
This is not about me.
I loved her, she loved me.
It is important not to blame,
She felt she could not get better.
It doesn't matter what anyone thinks,
It only matters what I think.
I will be a better person,
To remember her greatness, her strenth, her love,
her beauty...
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I'm a cook, and I work in a lab. I think I'll dig out some things I have already written and put them here. It may just all be a random occurence anyway.
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