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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Telling more people doesn't dilute pain nor truth, only mystifies it. How do I feel. How do you want me to feel, and why are you never satisfied with my answer? The busyness of a peaceful death adjusts to the living's schedule. The ongoing finality of living. What I'd give for one restful day of oblivion. We leave instructions, but tire of holding space for those who have left. Maybe after I've gone you'll commit to loving me like I asked.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Telling more people doesn't dilute pain nor truth, only mystifies it. How do I feel. How do you want me to feel, and why are you never satisfied with my answer? The busyness of a peaceful death adjusts to the living's schedule. The ongoing finality of living. What I'd give for one restful day of oblivion. We leave instructions, but tire of holding space for those who have left. Maybe after I've gone you'll commit to loving me like I asked.