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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 Glasgow 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. 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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