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Tuesday, April 15, 2025

Grief, a Definition

 Grief is just remembering where love once was. I see you in the way that the world taught me that love was too soft for callused hands like mine. I see you in the way that when my asthma attacks, it feels like a hand around my throat. Grief is just remembering that the love is still there even though the place of affection is gone

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