helena: I’ve made peace with grief.I let it kiss me on the cheek and tuck me into bed.I know it will greet me when I wake up again.grief holds my hand as I walk down the street.I taste it on my tongue with everything I eat.I don’t fight it anymore,grief always wins the war.it fills me up when I feel hollow,and reminds me that one day,there will be no tomorrow.

I’ve made peace with grief.I let it kiss me on the cheek and tuck me into bed.I know it will greet me when I wake up again.grief holds my hand as I walk down the street.I taste it on my tongue with everything I eat.I don’t fight it anymore,grief always wins the war.it fills me up when I feel hollow,and reminds me that one day,there will be no tomorrow.

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