We’re all connected somehow

Today I meet a person that I know. That person sings in a choir. In that choir that person has a friend. That friends best friend was the mother of the murdered 11-year-old the 7th of April on Drottninggatan, Stockholm. The world is small and we are connected through people we know. I told her I wrote a poem for the girl. I told her, she could tell her friend its from someone she knows, if she wanted. Even worse was that someone I know said it knew someone who’s kid saw the girl get smashed.


Published by: humane living

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