...stopped to think about what a week after looks like? You see the images of the grief-stricken widows/mothers/fathers/child/friend on the day of a disaster...what does their life look like a week later?
No one ever really thinks about that day...
(I know this was all depressing - just got done watching a super sad show)
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Musings and Meanderings Through My Topsy-Turvy Mind.
Words to Remember When in the Dark
Breathe in, breathe out...
Tell me all of your doubts
Everybody bleeds this way, just the same
Breathe in, breathe out
Move on and break down
If everyone goes away, I will stay
We push and pull
And I fall down sometimes
And I’m not letting go
You hold the other line
Cause there is a light in your eyes, in your eyes
Tell me all of your doubts
Everybody bleeds this way, just the same
Breathe in, breathe out
Move on and break down
If everyone goes away, I will stay
We push and pull
And I fall down sometimes
And I’m not letting go
You hold the other line
Cause there is a light in your eyes, in your eyes
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