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The kind of pain that whispers quietly, and Becomes familiar. Footsteps you learn to recognise, but the shattering hurt keeps you Tied to reality. You fear that slip. So you hold onto The grief. Because The pain of holding on, Is better than Letting go.
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May 9, 2025
May 9, 2025 at 10:41 PM UTC
Soft grief
The kind of pain that whispers quietly, and Becomes familiar. Footsteps you learn to recognise, but the shattering hurt keeps you Tied to reality. You fear that slip. So you hold onto The grief. Because The pain of holding on, Is better than Letting go.
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snowflakes-on-my-nose
May 9, 2025
May 9, 2025 at 10:41 PM UTC
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