Denial; no matter how much I write, how much I express, I can’t seem to let go of the questions and regrets. The ones that haunt me and night and take away my desire to fight. Those that take my smile away and makes my creativeness fade. Questions and regrets that remove the ability to be a functional being. The ones that cloud my mind and make me blind.Denial; Death Equals Not Identifying A Loss.
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