The flavour of grief

My face won’t stop leaking. Even when I’m not actively sobbing, tears are still spilling from my eyes.

2 thoughts on “The flavour of grief”

michael says:

sometimes it is nice to know that people love you even when you fail to be watertight.

September 1, 2015 at 7:13 pm Reply
michael says:

kisses, too.

September 1, 2015 at 7:14 pm Reply

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