August 2, 2015

When I’m gone (no, not me)

I’ve been thinking long and hard about what to write regarding the When I’m Gone piece. The only thing I can think of is this: life is fucking hard and unforgiven, and yet we do things like this. Fair warning, this story is painful, and a must read.

Update: It’s not clear for some, but this piece is fiction.

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