Relapse grief is hope learning to walk with a limp. There are versions of them in my head that never got to finish growing up. People treat this kind of grief like it needs a moral at the end and I hate that. The phone used to make my stomach drop before it ever brought actual news. I am grieving the years that got fed to something hungry and stupid and bigger than us. There are versions of them in my head that never got to finish growing up.
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