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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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When my tears drop On salted wounds Knitted bones cracking Under the stressing weight Of this feeling This suffocating fear Of unknown terrors That twist across Generations. Read.