"...there were happy days when she would around in a daydream with nothing but a smile on her face, catching herself giggling as she walked down the street when a joke of theirs would suddenly pop into her head..."
this describes my life in short. :)
Written a year and half ago. It is spring again, and it feels like the
wound has reopened. Grief. Is foremost and always, lonely. It is
unexplainable, unj...
6 years ago
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