WHY? Why is it that some are blessed, but take it for granted. I know some that hate their mother for the most antic reasons. They know not the feeling, the feeling of that loved one lost. The void that erects itself, slowly consuming one's heart and soul. Then, to turn around and lose another, being left to deal with ones own feelings. To be left by sisters and father for reasons unknown. This is why I take to writing as it has always been there for me.
Respect!
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