I don't hurt anymore. I've come to terms. Those that have fallen around me, I'm allowing to pass. I can't keep holding onto memories of those I've lost. They're gone, and I'll allow them to be in peace. Balta, Rosa, Grampa, Carole, Mattie, Rusty, Francis, and soon, Bill. I love you all. And I miss you. I think it's time for me to allow
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