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My Diary

I am grieving smaller things than people would understand

Dear Delyara, There are losses in my life that look too small to explain properly, but they still hurt. A friendship that faded. A version of myself I miss. A job I stayed in too long. A softness I no longer access as easily. A sense of possibility I had before life taught me more caution than I wanted. Small griefs still weigh something. I wish people understood that more.

Anonymous