Dear Universe,
Fuck you. I am not ok.
I spin round and round in a cesspool of darkness.
I hold my breath but you force me to breathe. And I don’t want to. I feel like I’ll choke on my tears. But you won’t let that happen either. I feel like I am being punished.
I’m supposed to learn something from this? Like what? Pain? How cruel life is? Tell me ! So that it makes sense to me.
There’s a big storm blowing in: they are calling it a” bomb cyclone” . Could I hitchhike on a gust of wind to heaven?
For the Love of Sam 
My heart hurts for you. I won’t pretend to understand because I haven’t lost a child. But know that you’re in my thoughts and prayers.
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