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  • I am painting soft grey over bright pink on the walls in my dead daughters bedroom.
    Pink, her favorite color.
    Her room has been a Pepto shrine and keeper of tragic memories.
    As I am rolling the peacefulness on the walls, tears are also rolling down my cheeks.
    Goodbye pink, goodbye baby.
    The last thing I have in my reality that she has touched are the magnets on her wall that say
    " You aRe my SunSHiNe"
    Each time I put a layer of paint on that wall the rectangle that holds the word grows smaller.
    This was such a great idea...

    a fucking great idea....
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