One child takes another...

One child takes another only to leave emptiness in two worlds.

A baby crying for it's mother has no similarity to a mother crying for her baby. It's nothing close to the same thing. One is completely natural, totally expected. The other is utterly unnatural, painfully unexpected. Beautiful. Disgusting.

So many people worry about having the right wine at dinner. Is the artwork in my house worth looking it hung straight? And what about my guests? Do they like me for who I'm not? Do I run in the right circles? Can I drop the right names at the right times? Who am I and what have I done with my self? Where can I go from here? Only up, there is no other option. Newer. Faster. Better. Success.

There are some who would give it all back for just five more minutes. There are some that wouldn't.

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