Missed
hugs.
Missed
kisses.
Missed
words.
Missed
kindness.
Missed
life.
The picture was still vivid which seemed it just
happened yesterday. Blood from a slashed wrist as a result of attempted suicide
by a family member. In between sobs and painful words, she expressed her
desires to end her suffering. Yet, I could not understand. I don’t think I ever
did or I ever will. And there the problem lies, the lack of understanding. (377 words)
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