Living with grief. By Taylor Clayborn as i grow i feel more incomplete. year after year our memories dwindling. sometimes… forgetting how much time has passed is the cruelest conception. i lost you for six years now. three hundred twelve weeks two thousand one hundred ninety days…. too many seconds to count. while planning my future …i envisioned you there. moments where i need you. why did you have to leave me? our journey feels incomplete. i live a full, happy life, just as you would want me to. but every day i think what life could be like, with you still in it.
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