I feared he was my universe. My life. He held a strange weight that must possess me entirely.

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I feared he was my universe. My life. He held a strange weight that must possess me entirely.
Grief and exhaustion, I am enduring it. I am carrying a weight and yet I am comforted in the thought: this is simply what living is.
I feel the weight smothering me, the continuous quicksand after something happens.