Sigh, this was the day of your birth pondering, for what it is worth how I miss your touch Fuck CANCER and such thoughts are stuck in reverse in memory of my Mom who died on Feb 7,2002 who was born on April 27, 1941
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Sigh, this was the day of your birth pondering, for what it is worth how I miss your touch Fuck CANCER and such thoughts are stuck in reverse in memory of my Mom who died on Feb 7,2002 who was born on April 27, 1941
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Thanks, my Grey clouds weren’t related to this poem in case you wondered.
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Birthdays and anniversaries are the hardest.
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Yeah I had a general feeling if malaise while at work, then realized what day it was. For years her date of death was hard to get through.
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🖤🖤🖤
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Sending you some positive energy, Matt ❤
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Ah thanks Kathy, life’s good today
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