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Day 180

That’s when I realized that this, whatever this was, was not grief. This was self preservation. She needed to save herself before she started to break down. They were on the brink of falling into the abyss but weren’t quite ready to go yet. When they’d wake up the sky would just be a little clearer or their eyes would be a little brighter because it was almost their turn to fall into whatever was waiting for them.

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