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He's Gone

Posted by susan47 on August 6, 2006, at 18:33:11

There's nothing left anymore. No voice, no vision, no memory of a face, a smile, brown eyes .. that nose ... I loved his nose. And he had the most empathetic face I've ever seen on a person, and God, it was beautiful.
My pain. I can't allow it to kill me. It really wants to.
A big part of me wants to curl up, and die, just be gone from this, forever ... and it will be. The next time, will be forever.
I will be gone forever.
I want to go.
I don't want to stay, anymore.
Why is it like this?
Why is it, that little AIDS-orphaned African children can sit hungry in dirt, .. but no, no. They sniff rendered-down plastic coating from fish packages. It's a drug. It puts them to sleep. Sometimes they sleep for a day or more. They can be sodomized, then. And even killed. Please God, why does it have to be this way for those children? Why won't the world just change it? How do we change their pain? How do we change anybody's pain?
There's only one thing left sometimes, it's the final right of any person. To die by starvation is a right. It's the final say of any person, and so far at least, I do not believe my government is restraining people physically to force feed them against their will.
Oh god.
God.
Where are you?


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