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Drinking my cup of grief while I stare into the empty space where your soul used to dance

Drinking my cup of grief while I stare into the empty space where your soul used to dance

Darkness is not a tangible thing. You can’t sweep it under the doormat or take it out in trash bags, we only wish it would be that easy. It’s a mist, lingering in the house of your life, gets stuck in all the corners and is much harder to get rid of than mold. It Continue reading Drinking my cup of grief while I stare into the empty space where your soul used to dance