I'm on the edge.
I kept seeing her face in my mind.
I kept feeling her pain, asking why she pulled the trigger. I kept wanting to take her hand in mine, I can't. She's not here, anymore. I know she still exists somewhere.
I think about everything I thought I knew and how much I really don't know. How sheltered I've always been. But I have been to hell and there was still something beautiful.
No matter how much I hurt, something screams of more. That which one thing I am sure of. I can either be sure of that truth in my heart or the world will give me a truth.
Belief - what is it? A foundation.
"Don't give up on love, and throw it all away."
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