Now, back at work the looks, the go[o]dly well meant stares followed by the awkward words of missed understanding just add to my surreal feeling of distance.
Calm.
My Mother should have died a few years ago when this fucking excuse for a God decided to take her mind.
Her memory.
Her freedom.
These past few years of her confinement, her torture within a body just moving around was cruel.
A disgusting joke.
She believed in you, you fucking piece of useless shit.
She wants to, waits to, to see her loved ones "on the other side".
But you and I know she won't.
You and I both know she's really, really gone.
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