late night pains

my heart hurts, my heart hurts, my heart hurts.

it’s not fair, it’s not fair, it’s not fair.

I didn’t know I didn’t know I didn’t know

these. other thoughts. tears. the older I get, the more I realize I am my mother-” I’m a fixer,” she said, “and I can’t fix this and I don’t know what to do.”

her words, my thoughts.

is there a science to the way humans grieve?

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