I'm listening to the soundtrack with my friend courtney


Losing A Loved OneMany years ago, although it seems like yesterday, I stood in an old, quiet cemetery. Hundreds of headstones surrounding me reading names and dates, accompanied by loved one, beloved wife, dear son, and many other things. As I stared at the dark colored wood casket, the people dressed in black around me seemed nonexistent or maybe not as important as the thought running through my mind Just days before, we were talking nonstop and laughing at each others lame, kindergarten jokes. I was so happy, like a child who had finally gotten that gift they had always wanted. You just stood before me. Happy, laughing, alive. Later that night,Losing A Loved One
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I'm not an artist!
Just because no one understands me that doesn't make me an artist...
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