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I was expecting it, you see.
That's why everyone expected so much more of me, you see?
I expected to move on fast, you see?
Two years later and I'm still grieving, you see?
Two years later and I'm still depressed, you see?
I want to be better, you see?
I try to talk about it, to heal, but I still feel it, you see?
I died during surgery, you see?
I died when the bullet hit my chest, you see?
And that bullet was my dad's last breath, do you see?
Please, see.
Please see me grieve.
Because it's not my fault, do you see?
--J.K
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