Her arms could have been wrapped around him
But it is not.
The weight of truth is felt when it is accepted,
And that is when grief begins to heal.
Such is the narrative of life
But who knows when a better story will arise?
Who Knows?
K.Oni
We live and we die and we are forgotten. Life is a constantly growing rose That never kisses the sky. Our goodbyes is soon forgotten And d...
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