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bclustr9
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Sometimes I look back on my childhood, to the those in my family who once were alive and whom I recall being so loving and involved in my life, and I realize, they’re gone.
I no longer have that love. Instead, I’m left with the family who is indifferent and who never reaches out to me no matter my efforts. I just wish God would have not taken the ones who were truly there for me. I don’t understand why.
I no longer have that love. Instead, I’m left with the family who is indifferent and who never reaches out to me no matter my efforts. I just wish God would have not taken the ones who were truly there for me. I don’t understand why.