No peace.
No sleep.
It hurts in my chest every time I breathe.
I got dressed in the dark.
I couldn’t even brush my hair.
It doesn’t feel right…
To do anything at all.
Grieving
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No peace.
No sleep.
It hurts in my chest every time I breathe.
I got dressed in the dark.
I couldn’t even brush my hair.
It doesn’t feel right…
To do anything at all.
You Are My Stars 