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Always at midnight..

It always hits the hardest at midnight — when the world is quiet and I can finally hear the pieces of my heart breaking. I thought I was okay, but grief has a way of creeping in softly, like a song I didn’t want to remember. Missing someone who chose to leave feels like hugging a ghost in the…وڌيڪ پڙهو

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