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It’s been six years since I started to talk about the effect of my mother’s suicide, sharing my story for the first time, by invitation of my now friend Angela Samata at a private audience with the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge. I sat terrified with a collective of others bereaved as part of a Read.
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Stuck in a cycle of distraction Feelings shifted and repeated Reminders of the cool derision That a fix attempt follows From the noise of hallowed secrets. Set in the iced silence Of yesterdays and before yesterdays stories The ones untold, the history of you. From time to fractured time It shakes within fitted feelings Curiously Read.