Recovering from Love

Recovering from Love

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I don't remember the day I lost my sight, I don't remember the day I couldn't hear the wind anymore. But it all came so suddenly, and it was relentless. It tortured me for years, the eyes of my mother being the last thing I saw before I lost everything... Until the day I woke up to an Angel *Note from the author* This short story is a very personal tale of mine. I see it as a metaphor of my past, a way to cope with my losses. I thought it'd be a good idea to post this, as a way to say that all you people out there that you're not alone in your struggles. I'm still going through some, but I'm optimistic as hell! Hope you enjoy !
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