This is fish number six hundred and forty-one in a lifetime of goldfish. My parents bought me the first one to teach me about loving and caring for another living breathing creature of God. Six hundred and forty fish later, the only thing I know is everything you love will die. The first time you meet someone, you can count on them one day being dead and in the ground.
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The truth is you can be orphaned again and again and again.
The truth is you will be.
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fallen rain. (: