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Tuesday, 9 April 2013

Living Death

Do you have children?
Yes. I got two daughters.
(She won't speak about her son.)

What do they do?
One lives abroad, in London. The other one, Beth, works in a library.
(She won't tell you, that her son was an engineer)

You say nice and sip on your coffee.

She sits there feeling the pressure on her chest.
Remembering the day her life stopped.
Remembering the day the phone rang.
Remembering the day her daughter came home and said
the worst had happened.

The worst a mother can go through.
Burying a child.
And she'll never know why.
Never know the reason
why he decided that
being dead
would be better
than being alive.





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