34 years ago, my brother died from an overdose. I went to the funeral and thought I took his death well, but 8 years later I woke up one morning very happy and excited, it was going to be a great day,,,..I was going to meet my brother at a restaurant for lunch (I never made any plans to meet him,,....it’s just something that got into my head over night,,,,...maybe I never mourned properly). I looked all over the apartment for a paper or note about the meeting, but found nothing. Eventually I realized that he was dead (which I always knew, but something was stuck inside me and the matter/de ...
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