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Things are much much harder now. I feel hunger..pain..but all that is just physical. Nothing is able to heal the pain in my heart. I lost my son! For the first time I felt so many emotions. There was grief, anger with the person who killed him, frustration, and anger with myself for my past decisions. For the first time I felt my body tremble as I touched my son’s lifeless body. The blood was flowing. I called out his name..I screamed his name…but…no.. there was no response. His eyes did not look into mine like it did the first time I held him. I ran, scampered, stumbled like a mad man. I could not groan anymore as my insides hurt. I coiled myself hoping that that would stop the thoughts of my son running to my brain..no it didn’t. I wanted to kill myself but I didn’t have the strength to do it. I cannot explain what was happening to his mother in this time. Why did this all happen? Is this why I was created? To see all this and go through all this pain? Surely there must...