As I wandered through the bustling mall, the vibrant energy around me only seemed to amplify the silence within. I watched children laugh and play, completely absorbed in their own world, and it struck me—they were fine without me. Each step felt like a reminder of the emptiness that had taken root deep in my soul.
Losing my kids had taken more than just my beloved—it had stolen my sense of purpose, leaving me adrift. The world continued to move, full of life and laughter, while I stood still, a shadow searching for meaning in the void that remained.
Now, I find it hard to grasp any reason to keep going. I am tired—tired in a way that words can’t reach—and I don’t want to begin again. Life moves forward without me, and I wonder if I belong anywhere at all.
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