Grief

The grief is fresh. It washes over me in waves. I’ve already tried to distract myself, but can’t — and shouldn’t. The cycles of grief are cyclical, and move between sheer pain and a nostalgic laughter. When it’s fresh, it happens faster and swings higher.

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