She died without pain and went quickly.
I can't type anymore because I can't stop crying.
Thank you Mom. For everything.
I write because I live. What I live for, the purpose of pursuit is still unknown to me. This is not a place of sanctuary, nor a confessional but rather a confrontation. Read at your discretion, enjoy clandestinely.
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Carol. I am so sorry. Please be well and let me know if you need anything.
My heart breaks for you and I am crying too.
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