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I can't speak her name, Because if I try, my whole life collapses, I can't think of her, Because if I do, my mind rushes to think of "that day," I can't hear her voice, Because if I try, I hear a mixture of different voices. I can't smell her, Because if I do, I only smell death- -like the last sniff I took when I stood beside her bed. I can only remember, When I was a kid. When I would lay next to her in bed and she would drag me out with her cold hands telling me I'm going to be late for school. When I was 5 and went to work with her, When I tripped over a wire and landed on a nail. When she desperately helped me up, crying because I was in pain. When the last memory I have is her kissing me goodnight, When she told me, she loved me the night before she died. When she took her last breath.
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Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 5:45 AM UTC
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I can't speak her name, Because if I try, my whole life collapses, I can't think of her, Because if I do, my mind rushes to think of "that day," I can't hear her voice, Because if I try, I hear a mixture of different voices. I can't smell her, Because if I do, I only smell death- -like the last sniff I took when I stood beside her bed. I can only remember, When I was a kid. When I would lay next to her in bed and she would drag me out with her cold hands telling me I'm going to be late for school. When I was 5 and went to work with her, When I tripped over a wire and landed on a nail. When she desperately helped me up, crying because I was in pain. When the last memory I have is her kissing me goodnight, When she told me, she loved me the night before she died. When she took her last breath.
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19/M/Los Angeles
Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 5:45 AM UTC
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