Why am I here?

A big question. Why am I here? I find myself writing this to communicate with a dead man. Why am I here? maybe someone will one day read this and find that they are not alone and I understand them. Why am I here? Without you? Well that’s the really big question. The one I hope to answer, but the one I probably never will.

If you find yourself reading this please be aware this is a dark place, filled with the thoughts of a tortured mind, one that can not escape the story of two lives ended on the 27th of August 2021. The day I lost him for the second but not final time.

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