Turn Around, Bright Eyes
I've been standing at the river Styx, grieving for too long. When Otto died I knew that grieving would last at its own time and its own way. Maybe it was disease in my life and maybe it is because time has become a fickle enemy, but it seems like I lost him yesterday instead of seven years ago.
In the last few years, I h…
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