Nope

I wrote this on day just after work, after a phone call from my Mom. God I miss her

Nope, somebody's got it wrong somewhere
She needs to find a real doctor
She can't die
Just can't happen.

Can the sun die?
Can a mountain die?
Can the ground beneath our feet die?
Some things are just always there

And just always will be

Rock solid
Essential to the universe
Keeping things together
Necessary to keep the world intact

At least, my world

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