Driven in silence, anger and remorse, my eyes speak a language that no one understands, all roads are darkened, especially the one to my heart, i start being numb, regret is becoming a friend. 128 more words
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Happy Belated Birthday, Jason.
February 13, 2016 you would have been 40 years old.
What were you thinking?
Maybe if we were a different type of family, 230 more words
Looking back at my maternity photos, it made me reflect on my pregancy as a whole and things I would of done differently. I mean i if I had a chance to speak to my pregant self, there would be some things I’d like to say and tell me to do. 929 more words