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[galapogos_dream]

I am writing because I have no one to talk to. & even if I did, they wouldn't understand. So before anyone begins reading this, understand that I am writing this solely for myself.

I feel strange. I feel tired & emotionally wasted. I feel sick. Jack's funeral was yesterday. It was very somber. Death is so real. His body was like a shell. It was odd

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[anonymous]

door ajar, darling.

life is hell, almost, except in hell there is no escape from change.

look to the stillness that awaits us in LOVE.

peace of the most profound kind.

and, i am sorry. i am scared too.

[galapogos_dream]

well, although life is almost hell, I am sure glad you are in it with me.

I am a few seconds away from getting approval to come visit you.

hooray!