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One Year Without You... Today is the date he left my life. Last year, he wasn’t ready to go. They said he could leave the next day. He died the next day. January 5th, 2025. I remember the week in the hospital the smile he gave me, the names he called me. He was the only one who made me feel safe. Now he’s been gone a year.
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My he rest in peace with our Lord and Savior until he comes again 🖤🤞🏽
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How do you think
sorry still love your poems tho gj
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@bounty wrote:
sorry still love your poems tho gj
@saltysuga wrote:
How do you think
he's rage baiting
@bounty wrote:
he's rage baiting
@unknownnnnnn wrote:
@bounty wrote:
he's rage baiting
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@bounty wrote:
@unknownnnnnn wrote:
@bounty wrote:
he's rage baiting
he prob wants to talk to ppl or he's js like that🤷🏾♀
Or maybe hes just telling the truth
@saltysuga wrote:
Or maybe hes just telling the truth
I do
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