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Somewhere over the rainbow is where my happiness is hidden.
The song playing as my grandmother's wake procceeded. Everytime I hear it I am reminded of how much i miss her.
I miss her. I loved her so much. Sometimes i wonder if she is still proud of me.
For all the things that I've done, every accomplishment and every single time I've hurt someone.
Then I start to see how much I've changed in the last year, becoming a better person.
Accepting and being happy with myself.
I loved her and she loved me.
Rest in Peace.
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