Perhaps your heart is in a shell. The shell is protecting it while it heals. Someday, the shell will break away and you will hear life again. The wind in the trees, the clouds, and sunshine. Life will seem new, like springtime waiting to be discovered.
Still not over my Dad daying
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Perhaps your heart is in a shell. The shell is protecting it while it heals. Someday, the shell will break away and you will hear life again. The wind in the trees, the clouds, and sunshine. Life will seem new, like springtime waiting to be discovered.