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Grief
Like traveling through quicksand
Slow and dirty
If you stop, even if only for a moment
You start sinking
There is no letting go or going back
So, you must keep going
To trudge on no matter what
No matter how deep you sink
How filthy or tired you get
To fight on through the grit and grime
To scream and curse
And claw your way from the depths
To stumble on until y...
Sunday 19th June 2016 2:01 pm
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