It has almost been a year since the person I loved call the police and said things that are not true. I have not seen my two girls. I don’t know where they live and can’t contact them. There isn’t a day that goes by where I hope that I wont wake up. I have my ring engraved with their names as hope. I’m so lost without them.
15 or 58, the pain is real. The only time I’m not alone is when I’m at work. I don’t like coming home. I loose myself when out walking and taking pictures.Reality is always waiting.
