Pain. Hurt. Suffering. My nana. I miss her so much. She was like my oxygen. She was my backbone, my spine. She was everything I needed. She died July 24th, 2005. I was born July 24th, 1997. It’s hard to even think about me losing her on a special day like that, my birthday. I haven’t really gotten over it but I’ve grown from the experience. I miss her so much and I know she’s looking down on me because I’m making her proud and she’s happy that I’m doing good. I love her so much and it was so hard. I couldn’t go to school. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t do anything. But, I’m growing. But that was hard.
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