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I
think
about
my
daughter
now,
and
what
she
was
spared.
Sometimes
I
feel
grateful.
The
doctor
said
she
didn't
feel
a
thing,
went
straight
into
a
coma.
Then,
somewhere
in
that
blackness,
she
slipped
off
into
another,
deeper
kind.
Isn't
that
a
beautiful
way
to
go
out,
painlessly
as
a
happy
child?
Trouble
with
dying
later
is
you've
already
grown
up.
The
damage
is
done.
It's
too
late.
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