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♥ Sunday, May 17, 2009
12:42 AM

what a time for online discussion to be about grief.
im crying badly. ):
i wonder when will i be strong when i talk and think about gma.
when tears will stop rolling down like a tap.
when i can tell people gma is my love forever and ever, without crying.




its in times like this,
i remember vividly all those days.
i miss being by yr side, holdin yr hands and watching tv tog.
i hate to be reminded of the image where u took yr last breath and teared.