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The ideal mindset is that everything will eventually be ok, that calm will come after the storm. But as I sit here on the back of the bus watching a child’s tiny hand trace the window in a pattern I’ll never understand, I realize that I’ll never get that back. I’ll never get back a time where I could just be happy.
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May 4, 2021
May 4, 2021 at 1:33 PM UTC
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The ideal mindset is that everything will eventually be ok, that calm will come after the storm. But as I sit here on the back of the bus watching a child’s tiny hand trace the window in a pattern I’ll never understand, I realize that I’ll never get that back. I’ll never get back a time where I could just be happy.
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May 4, 2021
May 4, 2021 at 1:33 PM UTC
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