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Y'know, at some point, the hurt of losing mum has just got to get around to being bearable. It's got to stop feeling like my heart's been ripped out. I've got to stop dreaming about her, and waking up and realising she's gone all over again. I've got to stop imagining that finishing the willow cross stitch is going to bring her back. It's not. Nothing is. And it hurts so badly.