To Keep a Homeless Mafia Boss
It was the loss of my child.
The tears came then, a torrent of grief that shook my body, wracked my soul. They were tears of anger, of frustration, of profound, gut-wrenching sadness. Tears of regret, of what-ifs, of could-have-beens. Tears of pain, of loss, of a future stolen, a dream shattered. Tears that flowed endlessly, a relentless stream of sorrow that seemed to have no end.
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