Some days are easy. Some days are hard. Some days are only
motions.
I was sitting outside; just reading. I felt something on my face; I
thought it was a fly. I swooshed it away. But, it wasn't a fly. It was a tear.
Sometimes the tears fall and I don’t even realize it.
I never dreamed that this
would be my life. It is more difficult now than it was me 25 years ago. When it
was me, I could handle it. When it is another, it is sometimes more than I can
handle.
My heart aches all the time.
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