The beautiful struggle keeps you guessing.
What will happen next.
I have known grief.
It is not your grief.
We cannot compare.
You will never be able to say your grief is harder than mine.
I would never say that your's is not as important.
We just go on about our lives, like this doesn't matter.
We have struggles.
We try to always see the beauty in the struggle.
You cannot keep quiet.
We all want you to hear.
Your life is no worse than mine.
Do you understand that?
Life is perception.
When will you understand?
Today, Yesterday, Tomorrow.
We are all connected.
History repeats itself.
After the storm, we will know.
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