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Another year at its end. I'm glad. Because I can't seem to quite get over losing my babies. I don't think I ever will.
I've tried so hard to not let it show, this penetrating, stabbing grief that hasn't gone away since that terrible day seven months ago. The last thing I want or need is for people to treat me like some delicate flower. But gods. When no one is around, I can't help but sob all over again.
I've tried so hard to not let it show, this penetrating, stabbing grief that hasn't gone away since that terrible day seven months ago. The last thing I want or need is for people to treat me like some delicate flower. But gods. When no one is around, I can't help but sob all over again.