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You came to live inside my house, crossing the threshold that does not say 'Welcome' You made your bed, and now you will not wake up "When will you leave?" But you don't hear me, and the sun has gone away.
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Mar 18, 2023
Mar 18, 2023 at 3:56 PM UTC
Grief Coming
You came to live inside my house, crossing the threshold that does not say 'Welcome' You made your bed, and now you will not wake up "When will you leave?" But you don't hear me, and the sun has gone away.
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Mar 18, 2023
Mar 18, 2023 at 3:56 PM UTC
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