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The Great Divide

Death, it shall come to us all. Some people go to their grave with their lies for that I will never understand. No shame. Feel my wrath and feel my fury for I am a scomed woman. It’s hard to let go of the concept that no one cares while simultaneously wrapping your head around the fact that the person you knew put up a facade. What is the joke of death? Life. With how many abandonments I have experienced you would think Id be used to it, right? It hurts so much each time…. I know the process…. I can't help being sad though…how do you move on knowing they're out there just fine and moving on. Oh wait, there's no cholce but to go on. Its soul crushing. It’s living in agony some days until it gets better. Hopefully it stays better longer this time. To the better days ?????? "And I will be content in every circumstance How do you know where to fall if you cant see? He is the light, my whole, the pure This time was different…it was the final goodbye. And finally The war is over

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