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Tue Jan 03 06 / 2:16 PM

I'm starting to forget, starting to live life without my father in it - but this is not a relief, this is a much worse pain. The grief is harsher without the numbness. I drink and smoke and work and fuck; my life is thin ice over a terrible cold black lake, and I exist every day with the dread of falling in - caught in the balance of knowing I will both never succumb and never fully deal that is called moving on.



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Lisa Higgs
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