Blue Monarchs Don't Cry
- Molly Minxe Grey
- Dec 27, 2018
- 1 min read
Holidays are the pits. Another year gone, another celebration without the ones you love here because they have gone to a place people call heaven. Always one less at the table. Don't get me wrong. I want them to be happy, if that is the place to go to be happy. Then, what's the point of me here left behind in all this reminded misery? Shouldn't I go there, too? To be happy, I mean. Don't I deserve to be happy?

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