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
I've been wondering on a road That goes nowhere but here and there Because nowhere is still here and there. When a life ends, it ends an...
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