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my daughter sits on the edge of my bed with her back to me i reach out my arms because i am so relieved to see her but she doesn't turn around just drifts farther and farther in to the distance like a lost balloon then i wake up to another day without her go back to sleep until the sun goes down the sun is an insult to my grief the only way i get to see her now are in dreams and nightmares i accept these inconsistent gifts and when the sadness sets in i float in the dark waters of my subconscious tell myself i am not drowning i am not drowning which obviously means i am in denial that i am drowning
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8/12/2022 02:57:38 am
A very powerful insight into the grief of loss that is both compelling and surprising given the title which leads the reader into feeling the reality of loss
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Ian Lewis Copestick
8/12/2022 02:54:26 pm
A fantastic piece of writing.
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