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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Day 51 of 108
Today was a busy day. Mainly meetings. But somewhere a needle moved. Or so I hope. Here are a few things that I am grateful for: 1. Papa is...
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