My eyes hurt and I'm tired and I'm crying. It hits me in the gut when I least expect it. Mom's gone, and I hate it and hating it won't change a thing. She's gone and I want her back. I want my mother. If there's worse pain in the world, I don't want to know what it is.
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Re: (((((((((((((((((((((((Fox))))))))))))))))))))))))))
Date: 2001-11-06 06:06 pm (UTC)Thanks for the hugs, woman. Believe me, they're much appreciated.