No words.
I am cold. Cold with age, cold with hate, cold with emptiness. It often feels as if my very bones are rattling beneathe my skin. With no muscle, or even fat, to keep me warm, I am left to huddling under thick blankets and quilts made for me by my wife. These blankets and quilts, along with numerous pictures and items, are all I have left of her
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Love ASHERZ
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