It was a rough night. One of those nights when I felt the sting of Wyatt's death, the manifestation of his absence and the profound changes it brought to my existence. I cried for hours and tried to stifle the tears and shield myself from the sheer agony that arose from within my soul. I longed for a comforter but couldn't ask for one. I hurt more than the body could handle, and when that happens there is no choice but to shut down. There are moments in this journey when closing my mind to life if all I can do to survive.
All I know is the pain of Wyatt's death and his absence from this world is no less pronounced now than before and sometimes it seems greater.
All I know is the pain of Wyatt's death and his absence from this world is no less pronounced now than before and sometimes it seems greater.
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