Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
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Grief is very singular and specific, yet universal; we all experience loss. And in this — love and loss, the most universal of topics — we walk alone, carrying the most familiar and painful of sorrows.
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