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Written about 2 or 3 years before i knew the truth...My son Colton Ross Barrera / has been missing since Sept. 26, 2008. / I bet you can imagine how many
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That can't feel good, there's nothing good about it, but that has got to be a secret that keeps them in fear. The longer they holds it, the more it eats them. That's natures law.ME: gmorn i'm sore but will try walking today / FRIEND: What u sore from? / ME: my whole body aches
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Closure doesn't Existi find myself agonizing about how my son / or rather his physical blood skin organs and bones / have
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Grief is a Flammable SubstanceNo one told me / so i'm telling you / i expected grief to feel like sadness / but i wasnt told that
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To Do Listto fall in love and / to have kinky sex / to have fun picking out produce together at the grocery st
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Soundtrackfirst musical memory / playing Mary Poppins / over and over on my portable suitcase / phonograph / n
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life changing afternoon of JanuaryIn the middle of folding laundry one afternoon / thinking this might not be a big deal / but then ag
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The Empty Generationconceived to the rhythms of Woodstock / weaned on Watergate / raised on Trickle-Down Reaganomics / o
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yearly candle light vigilsmy purpose of those yearly vigils / was primarily / as an effort for Colton / to hear / through the
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Guess What, Love You, Chicken Butti am just a mom deeply missing my son, / the real boy, / not the story i've repeated about him too m
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