You forgot who I was today, mom. Five minutes later you couldn't spell Caroline's name. You take the amount of pain medication equivalent to knock out a 300 pound man. You weigh 90 pounds on a good day.
The Great Sadness won today, and I will fall asleep surrounded by the persistent blanket of the Great Sadness.
Papa, I need you to lift me up. Jesus, comfort me and fill me with the peace that passes all understanding.
I need you.
Love and Lipstick,
Niki FM.
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I love you. Sending hugs your way. 3 more days. I will be there to comfort you.
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