SORROWING LATE AT NIGHT

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THE WINDSONG CHIMES AT THE BEACHSHACK

IZZY WAS not there while I lay in the Coma. These have been terrible times. And I was not there when the pain hit him as he ran.

Maybe I will get over these things one day and maybe I never will. Every single day is a struggle. Every single day. Every day I go through the motions and every single day is a stumbling death .

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