5,203 Days. 89 Days. 7 days.
It’s hard to be here, a week after coming to the conclusion that I had to do something to stop wallowing in the past.
Life has a way of making us sit up and take notice of the things we’re neglecting. Whether it’s our health, the other people we love, or the jobs we’re passionate about.
For now, I’ll keep writing. I’ll keep missing you.
Fractured Muse 
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