Your illness
robbed you
of your lifeAnd it
robbed me
of my mindYour death
still cuts me
like a knifeSo to
madness I’m
now inclined
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Your illness
robbed you
of your lifeAnd it
robbed me
of my mindYour death
still cuts me
like a knifeSo to
madness I’m
now inclined
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 
Your words are so powerful and I love the name of your blog! Thank you for the follow…I’ll be reading 📖😇❤️
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Aw, that’s very kind thank you.
Hope you find more that you like – but I’m not promising anything!
I’ll look forward to reading more of your work too 👍🖤
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❤️❤️
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You’ve been peeking in my past haven’t you. I’m much better now, but there was a time….. I enjoyed this piece very much.
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I’m so sorry to hear that Violet.
But your words give me hope that, one day, my pain too might end.
Thank you for your kind words – they truly mean a lot.
🖤🖤
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I felt this one…it sure takes a toll
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It sure does … Writing has been helping, but I’ve still a way to go 🖤
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I’m so sorry for your loss.
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Thank you, that’s very kind and mean a lot 🖤
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*means*
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❤️
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