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When she thought too much about the past, she got lost in it, in all the things that might have been.
Love was the destroyer. It made mourners, widows, left misery in its wake. Grief and love were one and the same. Grief was the shadow love left when it was gone.
ugh.
I found my way to who I was meant to be through the pain I endured. I’m stronger for it.�
Love
