Gentle Heals
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YOU thought this pain of loss was reserved for those in a special place in hell. Instead, you twist and turn till there is pain and only pain and the numbing sense to escape
YOU'RE MOTHER is drowning, right along with you. She reaches out her hand to yours, trying to stay afloat
HE is gone. Just a pale gravestone now, a slab of stone in a sea of the forgotten
The storm had approached. Try now, try to fly.
Because we're never truly alone, are we?