My head is so very heavy, weighing down on my neck, drooping like a wilted daisy, my few remaining petals precariously dangling. There’s a cloud inside my mind that’s filled with rumbling, grumpy thunder. I can’t seem to ignore it.
Read MoreThere was a time when I knew how he’d answer almost any question. There was a time when I felt his devotion so secure I joked about it. There was a time when all my personal aspirations felt selfish.
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