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    Nothing At All

    I could hear the shadow dying exhaling in the cold corner unraveling thread of a shadowbecoming nothing at all only a silence exhaling in the cold corner

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    What's the point of life.Other creatures don't ask that question So in some ways human beings are cursed. Cursed because they recall the past, cursed because they imagine a future,cursed because they can think at all.What's the point of...

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    my son

    sadness wells then it quellsan intense feeling astounds meso big a feeling I can barely contain itit tugs at my heart late at nighta reel to reel of faces in my private theatertears escape my eyesa confession I grow...

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    • Powerfully penned, Brenda. Loss is tough my friend, a very heartfelt write. Grief is sometimes like pacing in circles wondering if one did enough, and praying that our beloved know how much they were loved. Prayers and positive energy sent your way, thanks for sharing something so private. Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • hello dearest Damian thank you my friend I don’t why but I struggled with the reply all of you being so tender hearted thank you dear soul ❤️

    • Brenda this piece was just lovely.
      Your sadness is palpable in the words and the spaces between them.
      Sometimes I wonder what the point of life is…..I haven’t come up with an answer yet.
      🙏🙏🙏🙏💋

      • hello dearest Benny he was so full of life in such a hurry even as a child to greet the world I actually tried to keep him home with me but he had a spirit of adventure thank you my friend ❤️

    • This is incredibly sad! Your honest, very well expressed self-reflections strike right at the heart of your readers. I can feel the ink bleeding from your heart! A big heart felt hug of love and positives energy! 🫂🙏

    • Thank You for being his Mom🤍 He chose You to be His Mom🤍. I can’t imagine the pain of losing a child… it’s for sure unbearable, it is, the only comfort is to remember that his soul is near, He is near, if You can’t see him it doesn’t mean that it is not true. You are strong to express your pain sincerely like this, but please please please… Don’t dwell in gulit, it’s not your fault or his, as I’ve said in my first sentences. HE chose You to be his Mom and Thank You for being his 🤍 always remember this, always and ever!

      Sending You warm hugs strong beautiful Mother💓

      • hello lovely light your comment made me cry I wonder if he chose because he thought he could help he was so enigmatic such a force I love your thoughts and I miss him very much thank you kind soul ❤️

        • The reason why He chose You and You chose him maybe a mystery till now, but it doesn’t matter, let it be and come clear if it will ever be. I’m really sorry for your loss, may His soul be near You surrounding You with comfort, warmth and solace 🙏🏻

    • I can’t add to that which has already been written. Death is just borrowing him for a moment. Your heart will probably never mend, but will pulse strong in your memories.

      • hello dearest Rob yes it was all too short from the time he was born untill he died I hope he knows how much I miss him thank you dear friend ❤️

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    𝓓𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓶𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓰? 𝓔𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵—𝓪 𝓯𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓑𝓸𝓻𝓷 𝓸𝓯 𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽, 𝓪 𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓽𝔃 𝓮𝓹𝓱𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓵 𝓘𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓽 𝓪𝓲𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓪 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓶.

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