Grief
And she in her sorrow said-
"I am tired by this grief and burden of my memories"
Grief.....well..u must be carrying it.
It's heavy and does not have the right straps to lift up,
it's like carrying a bucket with a broken handle,
Only, letting go of the water will let you carry it.
Why don't you save the water in a little aquarium and nurture some goldfish?
You can name the fish after your memories.
After all - Water too, like love, is scarce.
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