"her body is not even cold & he's reduced her to a number. but she was not a number, she was a little girl I met on the day she was born when mr.mccoy, his face alight with joy, held her up at the window for all of us kids to see. a terrible dark grief begins to well up inside me threatening to drown me, but i force it back down, swallow the sadness... they will not use my tears for their entertainment"
— Nov 09, 2026 05:31PM
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