Sometimes grief sits beside me and I wonder why, at that particular time, it’s not crushing my heart. Those are the days it just glides at my side.
Sometimes it sits on my chest, invades my limbs and sucks my motivation. Those are the days it weighs me down.
Sometimes it slaps me in the face and throws me in a dark hole.
Sometimes it makes my heart swell up and feel like it’s going to burst.
Sometimes grief leaves me on the verge of tears and I feel on edge.
Sometimes it brings me a memory that makes me smile.
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