Found your baby picture today. Snuggled up with your mom in a razai. Smiling like only you can smile. Took my breath away. It was like a monkey wrench right through the heart. For the first time in a long time, I smiled without having to.
Then I closed the album. Placed it in the shoe box full of you and went back to being alive.
Or dead.
Can’t really tell the difference anymore.
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