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It's one of those crazy catch-22's: I wish my mother was here to comfort me about her death.
I keep thinking of times when I was young. We would have parties and I would fall asleep on her shoulder when it got late. There are lots of people here now, like those parties. But she isn't here, and it's not right. It won't ever be right.
I keep thinking of times when I was young. We would have parties and I would fall asleep on her shoulder when it got late. There are lots of people here now, like those parties. But she isn't here, and it's not right. It won't ever be right.
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Please tell me if there's anything I can do.
-- Sky
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