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Brokenhearted; the kind that leaves us without hope and so completely, utterly fragmented that we truly feel we cannot be repaired. We have felt it before in our lives. Although this time we believe that we have never experienced this depth of despair, this degree of pain. This is the one that takes us to our knees; the one that releases a wail so forceful that the windows shake in response. We may shed a river of tears or become suspended in time to the point we are detached from both our internal and external environment. This is grief.
We experienced a loss and our world collapsed.
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