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I grieve publicly because I am too old to do it alone. Then again It could be just me…
Sometimes, just sometimes when I despise being able to hear, see and feel, when I am unable to disable my senses, and not able to control the moment… When old moments venture into my space… At times my skin vigorously claws into me. Then again it could be just me...
I pray I forget all but I am unable to. A number can be a reminder how old my precious babies could have been. A second of this can stop a healthy heart beating. Then again it could be just me…
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