Some losses happen inside a living life and still feel terminal. I am grieving a future that slowly disappeared while I was busy being responsible. There are days it feels like my life kept going but my inner weather did not get the memo. The hardest part is how ordinary it looks from the outside. I miss being easier to find inside my own day. Nothing dramatic happened and somehow everything changed anyway.
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