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GRIEF
<p>Grief</p><p><br/></p><p>After all these years, I've come to know that</p><p>grief is simply love that no longer has somewhere to go.</p><p>It took me a long time to understand it,</p><p>but now, I carry its meaning quietly.</p><p><br/></p><p>The love is still here.</p><p>It still remembers birthdays, voices, and little things.</p><p>It still reaches for someone</p><p>who can no longer reach back.</p><p><br/></p><p>So it becomes quiet tears,</p><p>old photos, familiar songs, and whispered prayers.</p><p>Not because love has faded,</p><p>but because it is still looking for a place to rest.</p><p><br/></p><p>Maybe that's why grief stays.</p><p>Not to punish us, but to remind us</p><p>that real love never truly disappears,</p><p>it <span style="background-color: transparent;">simply learns a new way to exist. 🤍</span></p><p><br/></p><p>~Liss Whispers </p>
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