Purpose

Purpose

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"He's precious Darien. He's already sleeping so peaceful. That's crazy!" she says giggling again. Goodness how do I spit it out? I can't just say he's dead, but here we are sitting in a hospital bed next to a crib with our stillborn baby and my wife thinks he is fucking sleeping. No. Our son is DEAD. Breathless. Lifeless.
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