With something drifting and something shifting, the earth still held the sky.
It doesn't get easier.
It doesn't get better.
It doesn't pass.
It doesn't move on.
It doesn't let up.
It doesn't give in.
The RIP is not for the one that leaves.
The RIP is for who get left behind.
And the RIP is an impossible, cruel dream.
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I have taken leave for 7 days and I think that will be good for me. Want to spend more time with Papa. So that is good. But all that is in ...
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