The Trip I Didn’t Plan

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 Today was a day. It was a lot all at once. 


Next week I will be flying back to the east coast but I hate visits like this. I hate the reason why, and the black dress I will be forced to wear. 


I hate that the world is cruel sometimes and beautiful things get taken away, but despite the tragedy you still have to move forward somehow. 


I don't know what else to say… except I am sad. I am in shock and I can't decide whether to scream or cry. 


🖤

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