I was seven years old the first time I saw a dead body. My mum’s uncle had died and they were hosting the wake at my Gran’s. It felt like there were over a hundred people. The place stank of cigarettes and stale whiskey. I remember screwing up my nose as I tried to find my way out of the room past a sea of legs. Knobbly knees and tights
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I do believe we are such a strong mix of the good and the bad
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Thank you so much
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Hugs
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