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It's so sad when suffering invades all the known parts of who you are and takes over...
It's utterly aching to feel lost in a world that makes less sense because someone is no longer part of it...
It's terribly real the energy of pure pain and despair when facing the loss of a grand person, someone respected and loved for exactly who they are.
It is impossible to witness this amount of nothingness and feel willing to be.


When I hurt, I feel small and don't talk or smile at all.. I just lay there, in absolute absence, wishing to scare away anyone who might feel tempted to approach me.
I feel sadness and loneliness make good company for each other.