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Dark In Here, Isn't It?
The last two nights dreams have involved death. Sunday night involved my Mom; we knew precisely when she was going to die, and I tried to do my damndest to stop it from happening. Monday night, my father died in front of me and there was nothing I could do to stop it. But I kept blaming myself for it.
Strange.
Strange.
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perhaps it's trite, but *HUGS*
take care.