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Mom--
So the cold air is coming through my window now and I'm shaking from head to toe, but I don't wanna close that window now because--I just don't. Yesterday was Mother's day and I wanted to tell you that I love you. I would have called you up but I don't know your number. I meant to sit down by that tree--that tree we spread your ashes on but I didn't sit down by that tree because you weren't there. I was going to buy you flowers because you love the way they smell but I didn't buy you flowers because you're not here to smell them. Teddy bears and chocolates are the things I used to buy you but if I had to buy you one last present it would be none of these. I'd tell you that I love you, I'd tell you that I care, but I can't tell you anything because you are not here.
--Kori
Blog--
It's cold outside, it's cold inside. I can't stand this weather. The sun is coming up and I can hear those annoying birds chirping. It's nearly six thirty in the morning and I haven't been able to sleep. There are things I could be doing right now that would be better than sleeping. Writing in my blog is not one of them. I'll do it anyway. I can see the sun just barely shining over the treetops, but it still feels like noon. I can't find my cigarettes but I know where they are. I could really use one right now but I'm too lazy to go outside and get them. The dog is twitching in his sleep. I wonder what he's dreaming about. Chasing squirrels perhaps ? He makes muffled whimpers and kicks at the door which makes a loud thudding noise. Is thudding even a word. My eyes are sore from being open so long. They're also puffy from salt. Blinking only makes me sleepier. I think I'll go to bed.
--Kori
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