By  ndragota                                                                                                Word Count: 51

 

i read somewhere once that part of the grieving process is to talk about something until you get sick and tired of hearing yourself talk about it

and so i will keep writing about you- like every word is a weed being picked from my soul
so the flowers can grow

nd.

 

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