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Period of Less

� � � �Remembering yesterday's...Remembering the love that fade... � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � Wanting the to past to reunite...Wanting to run into the night... � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
� � � Wishes that were never granted...Wishes a rain check for all the missed kisses.. � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
� � � � � � � � � � �Tears that always flow...Tears that never dry... � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �Why ???? Questions clutter my mind...Why??? Is the need to know... � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
� � � � � � � � �Rushing towards death...Rushing towards your secret house guest... � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �I close my eyes, with a tired sigh...I close the door, knowing there is no more... � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � No words...No goodbyes...No life to LIVE... � � � � � � � � � � � � �

Written by Chere-Rene13

(Chere R Sarver)

Published 8th Oct 2023

#grief #heartbroken #loneliness #sadness

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Re. Period of Less

Abracadabra

12th Oct 2023 7:16am

Well, this is bleak.
But I feel confident you will heal.
How quickly depends on you
being ever mindful
of the best use of the time that's left.
Love wouldn't want you to suffer.
Grief knows good days and bad days
but tears do dry
and you will find
the courage you need to survive
I hope that's soon

Best ~Abra

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Chere-Rene13 (Chere R Sarver)

25th Nov 2023 6:40pm

Thank you for words of hope

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Re. Period of Less

Josh (Joshua Bond)

24th Nov 2023 11:46pm

Some parts of the journey are really tough - but looking back on them there is/was usually a seed of inspiration and power for a way to move on. Not easy to find; but it's there (hope that doesn't sound too crass). Best regards, Josh.