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Munchkiin <JoshiBoi_IceCream>

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	R.I.P. BABY OLLLIE	606 giorni fa
	.. we're all board of the same old story. The heartbreak. The angziety. The breakdowns and tears. And to be honest, I'm sick of telling them. How time progresses is awful. And how love is supposed to work is terrible. And how are we supposed to make the next generation when all we've known love is somewhere between a Disney film and a porno. And how every other relationsip falls apart at the seams. And you cry and cut and blind yourself with blood. You're falling to the floor in hysterics. And you're screaming "What's the point if he doesn't love me?!" Then you look at yourself in the mirror. And cry some more, thinking "look at what you reduced me to. And their name you caved in your leg won't go away. Even if you tell yourself you want to remember them forever. I'd rather forget anyone who casued me that much pain. Think that your life revolves around the constant hugs and kisses. And the little brush of hands and the clasp of their hands holding on to you. Try that when this one's 15 hours old. He clasped my little black tipped finger in one hand. I looked into my son's eyes, he was mine, my baby. She was too asleep to care if I held him. I picked him up, tubes into his nose aswell and held him close. I thought I'd scare him, the black, the chains, the fluffy hair and eyeliner. His supported little head in my one blue fingerless stripey glove. He opened his eyes and looked vacant, and looked like me. I kissed his forehead, and sat on the bed with him in my arms and his mother. She came around and looked at us both saying how good we looked. And in my arms, he stopped moving. He stopped breathing. He stopped living. My baby, died, in my arms, and I will be forever heart broken for the loss of Baby Ollie. There were lights and sounds. Machines and crying and tears. Blood sweat and regrets of that needle. ... I knew then he was with the angels. I didn't cut. I couldn't cos he'd know. He'd think Daddy wasn't ok. I didn't drink, I didn't smoke, I didn't do anything for hours. Until I was alone, and I cried to hard to explain. I went out that night, with friends. I couldn't dwell on the fact of it. And his song played, his song that makes me think of his lack of life. Welcome to the Black Parade, that's where he's headed. He never loved. He never laughed. He never felt. He only hurt. So what would have been scars were inked in. Down my left arm in big black gothic letters. And little ones underneath reading the dates. Oliver Jason 14Feb2008 ~ 15Feb2008. So next time you think you're loosing someone who's close. Think of this, think no scar will fade forever, it's gonna scar your mind. And while you still have the chance, love, laugh and feel. And don't hurt, over someone who doesn't need you. R.I.P. BABY OLIVER, WE'LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX  XXXXXXXXXXX
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