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“It hurts,” she says. As she struggles to stand in the morning, because her heart is so heavy with pain she feels she will never heal. “It’s heavy,” she cries. As she tries desperately to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders by herself, because she has no one to turn to. “It’s hard,” she whispers. As the last of her hope crawls out of her body leaving a lifeless shape of a woman that they once knew.
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Nov 15, 2020
Nov 15, 2020 at 6:15 PM UTC
What she says
“It hurts,” she says. As she struggles to stand in the morning, because her heart is so heavy with pain she feels she will never heal. “It’s heavy,” she cries. As she tries desperately to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders by herself, because she has no one to turn to. “It’s hard,” she whispers. As the last of her hope crawls out of her body leaving a lifeless shape of a woman that they once knew.
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Nov 15, 2020
Nov 15, 2020 at 6:15 PM UTC
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