But grief changes. It softens, adapts its shape to become a part of you. That kind of sorrow never gets any lighter, but — Claudia Gray, Ten Thousand Skies Above You
But grief changes. It softens, adapts its shape to become a part of you. That kind of sorrow never gets any lighter, but — Claudia Gray, Ten Thousand Skies Above You
But grief changes. It softens, adapts its shape to become a part of you. That kind of sorrow never gets any lighter, but — Claudia Gray, Ten Thousand Skies Above You
But grief changes. It softens, adapts its shape to become a part of you. That kind of sorrow never gets any lighter, but — Claudia Gray, Ten Thousand Skies Above You
But grief changes. It softens, adapts its shape to become a part of you. That kind of sorrow never gets any lighter, but — Claudia Gray, Ten Thousand Skies Above You
But grief changes. It softens, adapts its shape to become a part of you. That kind of sorrow never gets any lighter, but — Claudia Gray, Ten Thousand Skies Above You
But grief changes. It softens, adapts its shape to become a part of you. That kind of sorrow never gets any lighter, but — Claudia Gray, Ten Thousand Skies Above You
But grief changes. It softens, adapts its shape to become a part of you. That kind of sorrow never gets any lighter, but — Claudia Gray, Ten Thousand Skies Above You
But grief changes. It softens, adapts its shape to become a part of you. That kind of sorrow never gets any lighter, but — Claudia Gray, Ten Thousand Skies Above You
But grief changes. It softens, adapts its shape to become a part of you. That kind of sorrow never gets any lighter, but — Claudia Gray, Ten Thousand Skies Above You
But grief changes. It softens, adapts its shape to become a part of you. That kind of sorrow never gets any lighter, but — Claudia Gray, Ten Thousand Skies Above You
But grief changes. It softens, adapts its shape to become a part of you. That kind of sorrow never gets any lighter, but — Claudia Gray, Ten Thousand Skies Above You
But grief changes. It softens, adapts its shape to become a part of you. That kind of sorrow never gets any lighter, but — Claudia Gray, Ten Thousand Skies Above You
But grief changes. It softens, adapts its shape to become a part of you. That kind of sorrow never gets any lighter, but — Claudia Gray, Ten Thousand Skies Above You
But grief changes. It softens, adapts its shape to become a part of you. That kind of sorrow never gets any lighter, but — Claudia Gray, Ten Thousand Skies Above You
But grief changes. It softens, adapts its shape to become a part of you. That kind of sorrow never gets any lighter, but — Claudia Gray, Ten Thousand Skies Above You
But grief changes. It softens, adapts its shape to become a part of you. That kind of sorrow never gets any lighter, but — Claudia Gray, Ten Thousand Skies Above You
But grief changes. It softens, adapts its shape to become a part of you. That kind of sorrow never gets any lighter, but — Claudia Gray, Ten Thousand Skies Above You
But grief changes. It softens, adapts its shape to become a part of you. That kind of sorrow never gets any lighter, but — Claudia Gray, Ten Thousand Skies Above You
But grief changes. It softens, adapts its shape to become a part of you. That kind of sorrow never gets any lighter, but — Claudia Gray, Ten Thousand Skies Above You
But grief changes. It softens, adapts its shape to become a part of you. That kind of sorrow never gets any lighter, but — Claudia Gray, Ten Thousand Skies Above You
But grief changes. It softens, adapts its shape to become a part of you. That kind of sorrow never gets any lighter, but — Claudia Gray, Ten Thousand Skies Above You
But grief changes. It softens, adapts its shape to become a part of you. That kind of sorrow never gets any lighter, but — Claudia Gray, Ten Thousand Skies Above You
But grief changes. It softens, adapts its shape to become a part of you. That kind of sorrow never gets any lighter, but — Claudia Gray, Ten Thousand Skies Above You
But grief changes. It softens, adapts its shape to become a part of you. That kind of sorrow never gets any lighter, but — Claudia Gray, Ten Thousand Skies Above You
But grief changes. It softens, adapts its shape to become a part of you. That kind of sorrow never gets any lighter, but — Claudia Gray, Ten Thousand Skies Above You
But grief changes. It softens, adapts its shape to become a part of you. That kind of sorrow never gets any lighter, but — Claudia Gray, Ten Thousand Skies Above You
But grief changes. It softens, adapts its shape to become a part of you. That kind of sorrow never gets any lighter, but — Claudia Gray, Ten Thousand Skies Above You
But grief changes. It softens, adapts its shape to become a part of you. That kind of sorrow never gets any lighter, but — Claudia Gray, Ten Thousand Skies Above You
But grief changes. It softens, adapts its shape to become a part of you. That kind of sorrow never gets any lighter, but — Claudia Gray, Ten Thousand Skies Above You
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But grief changes. It softens, adapts its shape to become a part of you. That kind of sorrow never gets any lighter, but you grow accustomed to the weight as you carry it on.

— Claudia Gray, Ten Thousand Skies Above You
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