Nothing makes sense. Nothing fits. I clutch at my heart as though I could pull it out of my chest and stretch it back to its normal size. But it has contracted. Collapsing to fill the hole she left. She's gone. I curl up on the spot where she used to lay. To be near her.
Allowing reality to exist as it is.
Grateful for the beauty.
Accepting of the terror.
Determined to just keep going. 


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