Posted by Donna (220.127.116.11) on June 02, 2001 at 07:28:48:
Just looking over the board before going into work this morning and wishing so very much that there was something a supporter could do or say that would make the pain just a little less than it is.
So often I say nothing. I search for words, but none come.
I know of your pain and I cringe inside... remembering.
I remember it's hot smell and bottomless pain. It's mercyless striking night after night, day after day.
How can I tell you how I cry inside for you?
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