That void.
That vacancy.
That emptiness that seldom leaves.
A rawness of a grief felt is left.
That unstable emotional ride one takes,
Inside pretending to hide...
Faking to have found an escape erased,
Comes back.
And as remembered...
A happiness one has achieved,
Did not come easy.
Nor cheaply was it received.
Those aches, pains and heartbreaks...
Are related to experiences.
And somehow collectively,
Delivers one a peace of mind.
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