He fell into bed, his skin hot and itchy, his hair standing up in ragged spikes. Lying back against the musty sheets-should’ve changed them before today, fucking would’ve if he’d realized how much time he’d be spending in here today-he scrubbed both hands over his face and sighed. His eyes were dry at last, but his face felt swollen and stretched
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All I know is, I'm so fuckin' sick of crying... I know we're all in the same leaky boat here, but... yesterday and today were two of the hardest days I've had since... well, since my own family members died (been through this four times, with my parents and two sisters). It *does* get easier, but IMO, I'll never stop missing them, any of them. Ever.
RIP, Cowboy. I loved you a whole lot, you ratass fink-- how could you go off and leave us like that? I love you anyway, though. Always and 4-ever, darlin' boy. Always.
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Thank you for sharing.
Torry
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