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Oct 2014
My brain is broken and I like it that way. My brain is broken and it's easier this way .
Why did it take a broken brain for me to let go and let my family live their own life ? To solve their own problems ? To feel their own pain ? To care but not suffer for them ?
To ask why this should be ? but not really care what the answer is ?
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Gail  Ontario
(Ontario)   
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   Seher Seven and SPT
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