The grief I feel is so physical it seems impossible that I am still living; that my heart continues to beat when it has been wretched apart. I want to fix an image of him in my head, but all I can see when I close my eyes is his body, still and lifeless in my arms. I let him go, and I will never forgive myself for that.
This could of been written by me. It describes exactly what I feel everyday.
— Jun 28, 2019 01:21PM
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