We have found ourselves alone
Through death
Through words
Angry and bitter
Clinging to the cigarette and booze filled old house on 44th Street
begging for someone to tell us -
why we survived
She died
He died
I lived
You lived
Yet we are no more honest with each other
than we are to those that lie in the grave
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Author:
Maggie Maloney (
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- Category: Family
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Comments1
And it doesn't help that our view of things can change from day to day so what's honest and what's not!
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