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This is a memoir of my mom's death when i was seven years old. She died of breast cancer. ***CAUTION~ may make you shed some tears, very detailed!*** Enjoy!
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i drew a butterfly on my wrist, in hopes that this feeling would no longer persist, but things got bad and i started to cry, so the butterfly on my wrist had to die. once again i tried to set myself free, but it seems my thoughts have stolen the key, so this butterfly lived a short life, killed with fear, and a very sharp knife. -b.g [lower case intended.]Complete
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ᴇ ɴ ᴅ ᴜ ʀ ᴇ ; ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ᴏɴ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛꜱ. ʙʀɪᴇʟʟᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴀʟʟᴇꜱ. ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀɴꜱ ꜰᴏʀ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴀʟʟᴇꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ ꜰᴀᴍɪʏ, ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴀᴘᴘᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ. ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɴᴏᴡ, ᴛʜᴇʏ'ᴅ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇʏ'ᴅ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ? ɴᴏ, ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ. ʙʀɪᴇʟʟᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʜᴜʀᴛ, ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ?Complete
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i drew a butterfly on my wrist, in hopes that this feeling would no longer persist, but things got bad and i started to cry, so the butterfly on my wrist had to die. once again i tried to set myself free, but it seems my thoughts have stolen the key, so this butterfly lived a short life, killed with fear, and a very sharp knife. -b.g [lower case intended.]
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