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I was hurting  when I first went to my funeral, at age 7.
I was hurting along with in disbelief that, my young friend. Wasn't really dead, at age 4.
I was hurting inside and outside blaming, her death.  On her jack up drunk big brother. 
I was hurting so much that I never opened up, about this 28years later.
I was hurting along with wanting to hurt  him.
I was hoping wondering how the heck, did he had. His little sister die in his car, and he survived. 
I was hurting when he showed no real, emotions to her death.
I was hurting in the next two months my art teacher passed away. 
I was hurting at a young age still in elementary school. 
I was hurting asking the man upstairs,wtf is your problem. 
I was hurting she was the only teacher, who understood me.
I was hurting in all different type of emotions. 
I was hurting but when it came to my adopted dad's grandmother, and his mom. Who passed away I was numb,  I felt nothing. 
Because I didn't really know his grandmother,  that well. And  for his mom, we didn't really like one another. 
And when his wife's mom passed away,  I felt very happy.  I know this sounds very,ed up. 
I wasn't hurting no more  lol.

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