When was the last time
you cried real tears that hurt all
of your heart and soul?
Not crocodile tears
for something or someone you
didn't know at all.
But the tears that made
you howl and buckled your knees
when your world went black.
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It happens quite often since I lost my Tallman. I've finally stopped running from it and started keeping Kleenex in reach at all times. It's true what they say about grief: There's no way around it. You have to walk through that door.
Freddie
Oh, Freddie, I had no idea Tallman was gone. I am so, so sorry!
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