Grief is so much like the waves of an ocean.
At first, the water gently lapped against my ankles.
I stood there, not realizing rogue waves were incoming.
These days, I feel myself crumbling against the strength of the waves.
So completely weak.
I can feel myself drowning underneath the weight of it all.
Grief has become my ocean.
For ***** sake I told you to take care of yourself.
Where are you now?
Aug 14, 2025
Aug 14, 2025 at 8:08 PM UTC
Grief is so much like the waves of an ocean.
At first, the water gently lapped against my ankles.
I stood there, not realizing rogue waves were incoming.
These days, I feel myself crumbling against the strength of the waves.
So completely weak.
I can feel myself drowning underneath the weight of it all.
Grief has become my ocean.
For ***** sake I told you to take care of yourself.
Where are you now?
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