It's done. She's gone. Forever. I held a wrecking ball and she was porcelain. It's killing me. I can't even cry properly.. I'm wretched. I'm broken. Why am i feeling so much, yet unable to express it?? I can't stand myself. What have I let happen? She's dead, and i helped make the choice. At least I was there this time. I only shed one tear. Why? Deadandgone.jpg

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