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The nightmares are back. I count the time to their deaths. Women live longer than men, on average. Mum has osteoporosis. When I was 6, I gave myself 40 years. That's how I planned never to miss them. Children need parents, I reasoned. We had a close family of 3. Gave up the rest, like old clothes. Good people shouldn't keep more than they need. Then my sister happened- just that wish for her changed matters. Then the math became too hard. How much time does anyone want? How long to buy me a house with big windows? The ground doesn't open to take you, you know? The heart doesn't know when to stop. Hands- that's what makes an end. Hands and a cut-throat mind. I had nightmares. Big Ben counting down. The terror of screaming out, with no-one to come.
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Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 5:59 PM UTC
The Math
The nightmares are back. I count the time to their deaths. Women live longer than men, on average. Mum has osteoporosis. When I was 6, I gave myself 40 years. That's how I planned never to miss them. Children need parents, I reasoned. We had a close family of 3. Gave up the rest, like old clothes. Good people shouldn't keep more than they need. Then my sister happened- just that wish for her changed matters. Then the math became too hard. How much time does anyone want? How long to buy me a house with big windows? The ground doesn't open to take you, you know? The heart doesn't know when to stop. Hands- that's what makes an end. Hands and a cut-throat mind. I had nightmares. Big Ben counting down. The terror of screaming out, with no-one to come.
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Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 5:59 PM UTC
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