Grief
Grief. The feeling of grief inside us makes us feel disgusted. We never show it, but grief makes us bring out our inner child. Running from what we feared the most like the pitch black darkness under our beds. Grief ruins our lives at every moment. We never get away from it. It comes back to us every day. Even if we are not feeling it, we know it’s there. Grief is like a piece of rope strangling us over and over again. Struggling to get out of it; we tied it too much. Gone.
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