Losing a part of self, when routines, loves and favourites become meaningless and painful, finding something to occupy your mind.
I've not lost a close one before. I shouldn't know.
Where do you find comfort? In music, in moving, in movies or...
When it wells up within, who do you tell?
Dwell in the shelter, you want to. Dwell in sleep, you wish.
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