I come for advice. I never leave empty handed. I wish he was alive, he would have good advice for my situation. Or at least something funny to say. Cemeteries can be one of the saddest places, but also the biggest comfort. My big sister is here, I bet she'd know what to say.
Is this happening for a reason? Is this part of the war? Will I ever get passed this? I understand things so much differently now. I wish someone was here to help me, guide me in the right direction. I guess I've burned all my bridges.
Things are peaceful here. I don't have to worry about anyone else. I just wish I could see them again.
Especially at times like these.
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