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How do you go on when the person you were going to share the rest of your life with just never comes home?
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just......never......comes.....home
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No hearing his voice again.
No seeing his face again.
No spending time with him again.
Not another moment with him.
Just nothing.
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But all of his stuff is still here.
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I am living with this every moment of every day. This is my life now. I don't even know how to make sense of it.
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