Grief
- LECTURES 7
- Votes 2
- Chapitres 1
Having memories that you can no longer make because you lost your dad to an OD...It hurts choices speak louder then words even if you don't know what can be in your possession. But also you got to learn to forgive while dealing with grief. Hope this can give you closer and help you heal, I promise I can understand if your still in denial.
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