Elizabeth.
That's what I call you when I have to tell others. Because they couldn't care less, and the name Liz and all it encompasses is so much more than simply another one who couldn't quite hold on any longer.
Your family is a rock. They were a huge comfort to me yesterday. I don't understand how you could leave them. I don't understand a lot of things about your most recent impulse.
But I'm not really in the mood to talk.
Kenz
the wonderings, wanderings, happenings, and writings of yet another seemingly insignificant voice.
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