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Grief was a motherfucker.
If one more person told me that they didn’t know how I was coping, I would go on a rampage.
Real
Grief was a funny thing. You think you’re okay and getting by just fine. Then something comes along and knocks you on your ass.
It would always be her. I could spend an eternity with her and it would never be enough. And when the time came to say goodbye, I’d fight and scream at the unfairness of it all that I only had a lifetime and not forever.
