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Wednesday, March 20, 2013
So I'm lying in bed w my mum and my sis. Typing this on my phone. We sleep together now, almost every night. They're both asleep. And here I am crying myself to sleep, thinking, missing the only man living, or rather who used to live,  in this world that I know loved me with all his heart. That I could count on w all my heart. I don't know what words to say, how I can express or describe the depth of this agony, this grief, this pain and this sadness. This knowledge of the fact that he will never come back. How I love him so much. And how much he loved me. Who can replace that? Death is so final. Things are set in stone. No matter what I will never experience such love again. That's one less person on this earth whom I know without a doubt sincerely loves me. And the house is starting to show signs of the loss of his presence. First, it was his fishes that started dying. Then his flowers and plants, wilting slowly one by one. It's like they can't live without him too. I can't believe it. I'm only 21. I can't imagine spending the rest of my life without him. Without my pillar of support and love and joy. How are you suppose to live without a dad?
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