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Rosanne
I know that you love me I see it in your eyes. One more day of not-death. Mind aware, alert, awake, Slipping slowly away. Death as it unfolds.
I don’t really want to remember. When we first met, first kissed. How I feared you would leave me; My heart was filled with gratitude When you did not. I don’t . . . → Read More: Writing my grief
