August 22, 1983
I came back
from leaving my dead baby
in the hospital.
I went to my room
and fell to my knees.
Someone pulled me
back up and said
"You can't do this
to yourself, come on, get up".
I can't?
So began the mask of grieving...
making sure everyone else is okay,
and making sure they think you're okay, too.
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