The grief never ends. Just so you know. You would think I would wake up some day and be comforted once and for all. It doesn’t quite work that day. I still can’t relive the first…
Source: Life.
The grief never ends. Just so you know. You would think I would wake up some day and be comforted once and for all. It doesn’t quite work that day. I still can’t relive the first…
Source: Life.
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