sorrow
Is it that time never stops its motion a moment to always remember a life which can be taken and also revived. Birth giving and miscarriages, postpartum and depression , like and dislike when you love to hate but also hate to love but you feel a desire for a companion but as you desire more you find yourself lonely , closed form everything so there is nothing left but exceeding sorrow.
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