One day, this overwhelming pile of grief pooling at the bottom of my chest will be nothing more than dust, dispersing far and wide as it chases the wind. A hurricane of tattered ashes bitterly howling a million could’ve-beens, should’ve-beens, and what ifs.
on grief by Mandy Gao (via daffodildoll)
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