I love someone I barely got to meet and completely knew. There are tiny things I bought that feel louder than furniture. Everyone wanted to reassure me about later and I was only grieving this one life. It is such a specific pain to have no public memory for someone private and permanent inside you. There was a future tense in my mouth and now there is just silence.
The Wall
Safety and moderation
This space is moderated for safety. Posts encouraging harm, abuse, harassment, doxxing, or graphic content may be removed.
If you may harm yourself or someone else, contact local emergency services or 988 in the U.S.