I'm a writer of few words who is really trying to make sense here.
the calm of the sea
often reminds me
of the storm your eyes
had once stirred up,
seeking answers to my pain
although it slightly wrecked
my heavily-guarded shores,
little did you know
that I'd seek shelter
in shutting my eyes
How to console an anxious 89-year-old insomniac that she was not entirely the reason why her 31-year-old son died by suicide? While she wasn...
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