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Should not be sobbing in her bed at night, over the concept of change. Things have changed before, and things will eventually change again, for it is the only constant in our lives. But still, I can't let it go, as the granary slips through my fingers.
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May 16, 2020
May 16, 2020 at 3:12 PM UTC
A grown woman
Should not be sobbing in her bed at night, over the concept of change. Things have changed before, and things will eventually change again, for it is the only constant in our lives. But still, I can't let it go, as the granary slips through my fingers.
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May 16, 2020
May 16, 2020 at 3:12 PM UTC
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