Bearable
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I am full of an inconsolable sadness. But think me not ungrateful, for while it pulls my heart down into my stomach, it can be borne. Images of Egypt in turmoil, academic treatises on genocide, and even a simple comic of a father lost to accident, all haunt my reading and my dreams. All bring tears to the corners of my eyes and I am grateful for the freedom and the strength to be sad.
I see and hear stories of pregnancy and the sorrow cuts deeper. I spend a weekend arm in arm and its absence makes the sorrow cut deeper. I seem to have so few friends left, and while I regret nothing, the sorrow...
It cuts deeper.
Even if it isn't that bad. If there is a limited supply of luck, I'd happily give it up for a cause more pressing.
I've made my mess. I'll deal with it myself.
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