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Grandma 1
This is me
Trying to write about you
But there’s too much pain
Too much sadness
I still don’t understand.
The words don’t come
The sounds don’t flow
I just really miss you so.
Backdated 10/8/19
Wednesday 9th October 2019 7:59 pm
Grief
Some days I'm numb
Some days I'm sad
Some days I'm angry
Some days I can't get out of bed
Some days I'm happy
Some days I'm hiding
Some days I'm depressed
Some days I don't know who I am
Some days I'm ok
Some days I'm anxious
Some days I'm pretending
Some days I'm full of regrets
Some days I'm hopeful
Some days I'm suicidal
Some days I'm on track
Most days I'm out of my mind
Wednesday 9th October 2019 7:36 pm
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