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I realise then that we never have children, we recieve them.
A photo says, You were happy, and I wanted to catch that. A photo says, You were so important to me that I put down everything else to come watch.
It is the things you cannot see coming that are strong enough to kill you.
A real friend isn't capable of feeling sorry for you.
... seeing here sitting there unresponsive makes me realize that silence has a sound.
... you don't have to be awake to cry.