Sunday, November 22, 2015


looking at my dead mother that was shrinking by the minute. She was so small but still meant so much It was so weird that she was still shrieking. She died 3 months ago and I had not moved a bone since. I still did not know who did it but I did not get that something so tiny meant so much more I looked the smaller she got but the only thing in my mind was how just how could something so tiny mean so much I shrink with her until we were both dead. Dead in her room.  

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