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Breaks Me.

It's a lifeline consisting of a single thread.

It's walking through the plague with a surgical mask.

It's five months down the donor list.

It's an experimental procedure at one year to live.

It's a mother praying she'll have as many children when she's fifty.

 

It's a kinder desperation, a nicer word.

 

Hope isn't a hero, as it's made out to be.

It's devastating.

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cari-jane-leemaster
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Jan 21, 2013
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