CHAPTER 61
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Updated : Oct 12th, 2020
10 years later
I breathe in sharply and turn my head, examining the rows and rows of grave yards surrounding me. So many loved ones. . . Gone. It's that time of year again, the time of year that drives me to the brink of insanity. I usually find comfort at the bottom of alcohol bottles but nothing is enough to dull the aching pain nestled deep inside my heart.
I slowly begin walking, white and yellow flowers clutched in my hands. The cellophane wrapper crinkles under my fingers and I breathe...
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