R.I.P Henry. Fuck you lymphoma.

Henry left Earth this morning. I picture him surrounded in gold light, somewhere far away with wings... in a place far superior to the lower vibrational land where you and I reside. I know it's cliche, but the ones that are left behind are always the ones that suffer indescribably. Like Peanut and I, for example. While I have been attempting to drown my tears in tequila, it has yet to prove successful. Although, at the rate my tears are pouring,...
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