Stages of grief.

Anaida Sultana 🍂

I swear to keep converting this dull ache in my body into art. I swear to be kind to be another’s pain &suffering.I swear to be vulnerable and imperfect. I swear will survive this pain one day at a time.

Lastly, I swear I’ll never turn out to be like you.

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