None of this matters when you’re dead
Paul Adams

I’d like to be like this, but what I write holds and keeps alive my memories of my daughter, and for now, so does a lot of the stuff I have around my house. I have also lost parts of my blog when an old platform I was on shut down and it still makes me feel a sick, the same way I feel about the jewelery I had stolen, including lockets with pictures of my daughter, and a lock of her hair. I would like not to care about these things so much, but for now the past is still very present with me.

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