And over and over and over

Yet again I pick up my heart from the rubble and stuff it back in my chest and move on.

Sometimes I wonder how many times I can have my heart broken. How much I can grieve.

Because there’s a lot of grief.


40 something woman, living life in Canada's Capital. Writing, or trying to.

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