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Sad reality


Discrimination, hate, violence, and crime have been the lifestyles of that special person I once could talk to. He was the bestfriend I could always joke around with. We have to understand that sometimes the lord takes something we love to give to us another. You are gone but yet have sent me someone I can love and trust.  It would be a lie if I said I am ok after your departure. Time does not heal wounds but it does help you treat and live with them. 

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