Grief is the certainty that ahead of you is something else you never chose. It’s that wilted rose. That empty wall. The blank stare that meets your gaze. It is the end of days.
Grief is the certainty that ahead of you is something else you never chose. It’s that wilted rose. That empty wall. The blank stare that meets your gaze. It is the end of days.
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