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Never ever has anything been so beyond my reach I know less now than I did 15 years ago back when this unspeakable horror          happened still grasping for reasons that elude even the fiber of an understanding who ,what and why reverberates through me on repeat     while sorting dusty piles of pictures                  from a life that seems like a foreign film a naïve version of myself cameo moments captured within assorted snaps your smile profiled many times  over these are the  memories I try to press into my deepest mind instead of  the weight of ashes that buckled my knees in  a sleek Cherry wood        box I gave to your brothers to keep
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Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 12:00 PM UTC
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Never ever has anything been so beyond my reach I know less now than I did 15 years ago back when this unspeakable horror          happened still grasping for reasons that elude even the fiber of an understanding who ,what and why reverberates through me on repeat     while sorting dusty piles of pictures                  from a life that seems like a foreign film a naïve version of myself cameo moments captured within assorted snaps your smile profiled many times  over these are the  memories I try to press into my deepest mind instead of  the weight of ashes that buckled my knees in  a sleek Cherry wood        box I gave to your brothers to keep
July 2002 I lost my husband of nearly 20 years and the father of my daughter to ****** Unsolved mystery it remains , and these thoughts creep out from the corners of my everyday life and haunt me regularly.
april-dawn
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Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 12:00 PM UTC
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