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I'm still reeling.

I'm still reeling. Life. Lost. Love broken. Stolen from me, too soon, much too soon. Emptiness is my companion, and Anger beckons me to destruction and wayward thoughts. I'm still sinking. Baby. Beautiful. Bleeding heart. Gone. Gone for this lifetime. Gone much too soon. Despair is knocking at my door, and Hope seems to be something I knew well once but is now a figment of my imagination.

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