Her grief was inconsolable. For months she weeped mourning the loss of an angel, and as the tears rolled down her cheeks she wonder if her broken heart could ever be mended. One night when her face was tear stained and the pain was so unbearable it filled her mind was filled with poisonous thoughts, she felt something holding her hand. It calmed her, made her feel safe and it that moment her mund was clear, she felt at peace. It was her angel, she had heard the young girls cries of pain and suffering so for one last time she came to visit the girl to let her know she was watching over her and that no matter what she would always lover her.
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The power of a broken heart
Historia CortaI wrote this on my great grandmother's birthday a few days ago. unfortunately she passed away in September and it's been extremely hard for me
