I'm inconsolable.
I don't think this feeling will ever leave me.
The pain consumes me.
The loss envelopes me.
The grief blankets me.
Controls me.
Confines me.
Traps me.
Submerges me until the point of suffocation
At least that how I'm supposed to feel.
That's what they say.
But I feel nothing but guilt.
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