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"Grief"

Grief is the thing with feathers,
It tickles you in a way that it hurts,
It tickles you in a way that makes you want to cry for help,
It's anything but happy.

Grief is the thing with eyes,
It bores right into your soul and snatches away the mere essence of hope
It stares right into ur eyes without giving you any option to choose between your life and her life.

Grief captures your life so strongly that it stops tickling you anymore,
It stops staring at you with those dreadful eyes.
It has a way of making you feel numb and cold.

The only way out is to start a war with grief.
To cry out in agony,
To find a release that will make you feel bright again,
that will make you feel happy again and at that moment grief will be a thing with handcuffs.

-K⚓️rusha