It’s Not Fair That Heaven Has You While I’m Left Here All Alone

Twenty20, Sit

It’s not fair that I have to wake up each morning and relive your death — because sleep has a way of cleansing my thoughts. Of resetting my mind. Of making me believe that everything is all right, that everything is normal.

But as soon as my eyes open, before the crust is even wiped away, I’m reminded that you’re gone. By the lack of sound floating up to my bedroom. By the missing texts that would be glowing on my phone. By the emptiness of the house, the emptiness...

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