Today I woke up. Today I kept breathing. Today I kept living. Today I survived.
Nine years ago a young boy took his last breath. Not a day goes by that I don't think of him and not smile. Time has healed the sting, but the dull pain never goes away. Like a scab, I will let myself pick at it here and there but as soon as the cut appeared, I knew it would scar.
L.C.K.D 1-10-2003
He would be so very proud of who you have become.
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