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But that was the thing about grief. It wasn't really in her control. As someone who'd always had a predisposition to depression, she couldn't decide how to control the grief. Some days, she woke up feeling like it was a better day, that she would be okay, that things were looking up. She would build sandcastles of hope and optimism, and out of nowhere, like an unpredicted wave, the grief would come and crumble it back to nothing but sand, leaving her to rebuild it all over again.
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