grief over two years now I'm still angry- knowing the time that has slipped by me like a runaway train and I've desperately tried to grip on to it, but fell as it pulled away. but this is grief she is still in my heart with memories that I'll cling to more than my sanity more than the hair on my head or the breath in my lungs. these memories are what cradle me to sleep at night they are what is left they are her face still remaining on days so dark.
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