I hope that when he goes it is peaceful. That death will take his hand ever so gently and lead him out into the night. I hope it feels like your first kiss, all butterflies and stardust. I hope he leaves a trail of glitter across the sky to say goodbye.
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! I believe in learning something everyday, in growing and changing every chance you get. I don't fit in every circle, I don't color inside the lines, but I have learned to love my messy life!
beautiful!!
Thank you.
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