To see, speak, move, and feel...nothing comes to me but the sounds. I am like the dead sometimes. The dead that is until you revive me. The renewel of blood and picking up the ash that fell from my bone. The dread and annoyance of you sometimes hurts. I know it is only an momentary or just a flinch compared to the endless care and effort put in. I
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