Life Throws You Curve Balls, You Learn to hit them out of the Park!

Ride Through Grief

These memories…
Are eating me alive…
Bleeding me dry…
I don’t know what to do anymore…
I can’t stay on this ride…
The grief is too much…
This isn’t a fun ride…
Its torture.
I wish it to stop…
I will it to stop.
The memories are just too much…
For my heart…
Or my mind.
It is what will break me.

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