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You who choose to end your lives yourselves:When you leave
you leave behind broken people,
you take with you a piece of us. We will stumble for the rest of our livestrying to find that fragmentand always slightly long for deathto be there reunited.It has to be said.
Fate will always demand something in return for Tall, Dark and Handsome.
A strange sweet sadness haunts me these Saturdays.Time alone in my head.
I have lost something, and when I know what it is then I will not be.
Me, alone in a tiny granny flat in Potchefstroom. Listening to the rain pounding the parched earth like the sky was crying for her torn-apart soul.The smell is always like a new beginning.