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He died on the operating table. I didn’t get to see him. I can’t cry because I need to help with the funeral arrangements and everything else that needs done but inside I’m screaming for someone to hear me. I’m never going to see him again and I can’t cope with that realisation

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Hey :) I'm 21, from Northern Ireland and no longer new to blogging. I love all things TV, books, food, music and film as well as going out with friends. This is hopefully somewhere you'll be able to come if you feel you need a laugh or even just to stay in touch. Follow for Follow and all that however I'd like to take this chance to say thanks for coming to read! Enjoy and feel free to make any recommendations!

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