NYmag


I’m not one of those wifey people who like, rants about bad florists.

-DK

In the way she wore her heart on her sleeve, she wrote and lived the only way she knew how to –
Honestly.

It might  have been difficult to read what she wrote sometimes and often I felt her soul had lived for twice as long as her 20 years, but Daul never let anyone manufacture her.

When they tried to, she fought back.

For me, that’s a life that’s well-lived, no matter how the end came.

At least now you know you’ll never be lonely again.

Say goodbye here: Words For Her

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