My grandma died when I was in 3rd grade, her husband killed her and now I feel bad for not staying in the church room the last time i saw her and going w the other kids instead
its better i lost my dad when i did, i was too young to understand what was wrong. if i had lost him now it would hurt me a hundred times worse. i know now why it happened, i know now that everything happens for a reason. 12 years it took me to accept it, 12 years it took me to feel okay.
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