I am so tired of giving Angels 🕊

Its like death has this hold on me, and no matter how hard i try i cannot break loose. He visited me twice last year, last month, and yet again he visited me this morning. Its gotten to the point where i just welcome him in. He will come again in a few months likes clockwork, It's like this macabre dance that we do, he knocks on the door, i open it, and then i step aside as he walks in to collect someone from my life, and i always have a feeling when he's preparing for a visit. So i will see him again soon.

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Thinkerbell · 41-45, F

John Donne probably said it best.

No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thine own
Or of thine friend's were.
Each man's death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.

AngelUnforgiven · 51-55, F

@Thinkerbell thank you for that 🌹