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From a Conversation on Messenger
My friend’s ex husband has died
And she doesn’t quite know how to feel about that.
We don’t always know what we feel
When people who were bad but close to us
Pass on. We want our ministers of grace
To give us balm as well. But there’s no saving face
Sometimes. We must love ourselves or collapse.
And she doesn’t quite know how to feel about that.
We don’t always know what we feel
When people who were bad but close to us
Pass on. We want our ministers of grace
To give us balm as well. But there’s no saving face
Sometimes. We must love ourselves or collapse.
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