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Grief Counseling

Updated on April 22, 2016

Its hands are around
my throat,
fingers digging into
my ability to breathe.

It flows out of
my eyes
as rivers of tears,
taking my sight with it.

It whispers in
my ears,
chants of evil
and makes me go insane.

Grief wraps its body around
my body
and takes me home
with him.

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