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Grief. They always say “it comes in waves” Sometimes the waves are your t shirts I sleep in. Sometimes they are your secret chili recipe we will never be able to recreate. Other times the waves turn into a typhoon. They crash so loud around me They drown out your voice They drown out your laugh They drown out your smell I’m drowning I can’t see They are pulling me Down    Down       Down With     Them Eventually,    They      Endup        Drowning                                    Me.
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Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 1:11 AM UTC
Waves
Grief. They always say “it comes in waves” Sometimes the waves are your t shirts I sleep in. Sometimes they are your secret chili recipe we will never be able to recreate. Other times the waves turn into a typhoon. They crash so loud around me They drown out your voice They drown out your laugh They drown out your smell I’m drowning I can’t see They are pulling me Down    Down       Down With     Them Eventually,    They      Endup        Drowning                                    Me.
I had a wave hit tonight for my dad & this happened.
#grief#loss#love#sad
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gigi-5
22/F/Midwest
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 1:11 AM UTC
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