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The most beautiful moment. Tears. Like oceans overflowing barricades. The flood. I Drown for your breath. I blow your face, perfectly still. Serene, tragic. Tiny, fulfilling. Why did this happen? The tears keep coming. Even now, hidden in a painful box, my mind, pandora guards. I remember the first embrace. I arrived, late. You were thrown to me before I could catch my breath. before I could compose. before I could gather. be strong. Floods came. They still do. Here you were. Yet were not. Why. I blow. It doesn’t come. I prayed and I blew and still you were. Surrounded. Tragedy. Beauty. Nightmares. Here you were. We are lucky I suppose. We treasure those days, in the depths of our chambers, they are ours. Precious. Untouched by the demons. No one can tarnish. I took you and bathed you as the tears engulfed my soul slowly and quickly drowning a piece of me. Of our family.   Pain touching my every capillary. Still I blew. You broke me. You connected me. You taught me. Real love. Real meaning. Still.
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Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 12:43 PM UTC
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The most beautiful moment. Tears. Like oceans overflowing barricades. The flood. I Drown for your breath. I blow your face, perfectly still. Serene, tragic. Tiny, fulfilling. Why did this happen? The tears keep coming. Even now, hidden in a painful box, my mind, pandora guards. I remember the first embrace. I arrived, late. You were thrown to me before I could catch my breath. before I could compose. before I could gather. be strong. Floods came. They still do. Here you were. Yet were not. Why. I blow. It doesn’t come. I prayed and I blew and still you were. Surrounded. Tragedy. Beauty. Nightmares. Here you were. We are lucky I suppose. We treasure those days, in the depths of our chambers, they are ours. Precious. Untouched by the demons. No one can tarnish. I took you and bathed you as the tears engulfed my soul slowly and quickly drowning a piece of me. Of our family.   Pain touching my every capillary. Still I blew. You broke me. You connected me. You taught me. Real love. Real meaning. Still.
A true moment in time. The saddest and happiest. It is in honour of my moment. And every 17 families per day. 1010.
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CBPJB1010
32/F/North east
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 12:43 PM UTC
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