I look at it as a never ending cycle of breaking, cracking, flooding out from within and carrying on. What else can I do? What else can I do for you but simply go through this with you? Can I walk you home, please, can I please see you safely through that door along with all those who love you like I do?
I'm so sorry you suffer, if I could tear apart the forces that eat at you I would. But instead we are all humbled, reminded of our mortality and I try to embrace that, I really do, just to stay close to you. Mom, I'm so scared, but I'm not going anywhere.
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