“I think I had a mother once…” – Peter Pan
I feel cheated.
Natural death has disregarded me.
Once again I have lost out.
With innumerable masks resounding with hushed, unspoken and unshed tears of shrieks, I am left in this shambles not knowing what to do? Where to go? Whom to talk to? What to talk about? Whom to relate with?
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The living are tiring.
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Edge of a Fringe 