"Be unassuming. Otherwise, you'll cry."
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Loss.

It's hard because it trickles down. Like hard rain. Like tears. Like the uneasiness of insomnia.

It's hard because you don't just lose them, you also lose a piece of who they were in your life. It's hard because why didn't you appreciate them more when they were present?

It's hard because we all say 'there's peace there', but it's our way of masking our uncertainty. Masking our worry. It's hard because we force acceptance over unimaginable pain.

Love like loss is the consequence.



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