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#jenifer
# And it was at that time.. in group.. when I realized that I had attained enough healing, and could now enter back into the normal   every day, world that I looked back at her.. she.. who I had struggled alongside in the trenches with for over two years now-- each of us struggling just to hold on.. in a crazy, ****** up world, that just did not care Yet still, she struggled to hold on to who she was-- her spirit, coming and going at will, as she attempted to deal with the depths of her trauma.. her beautiful blue eyes, turning to dull grey in those Ichabod-like moments, when there was nothing left,   but complete emptiness. And as I announced that I was leaving the group, she gasped..  I saw those beautiful blues  go grey-- her small hands, reaching for me.. her once, cherub-like face, now ashen and tear soaked,  quietly pleading.. and it was at that moment, that I sat back down-- putting back on once again, death's skin.. all past dreams of normalcy, fading away in to her grey.. the color, blue.. the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.. #
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May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 1:58 PM UTC
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