I don't miss her anymore, I miss the idea of her. Maybe that's worse.
I'm 10 years younger than she was when she died.
I've lived 17 years of my life without her.
It's strange to consider that the single most defining moment of your life happened before you even hit puberty.
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'tis strange, but *heres comes something generic but true*, 'tis also amazing, the strength you grew from it.
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