Bitterness of life.. 

Every breath exhaled, spelled out her name. 

Every move made, incorporated her. 

Every experience, spoke about her. 

Every thought, described her. 

Every moment, reminded of her. 

Every childhood memory was associated with her. 

He, himself was so much like her. 

She was a mom, a friend, a guide..

That he wished every single day was still alive. 

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messy-haired bibliophile

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