The Breakup Song -Revanth- Artist: Revanth Mood: Melancholic / Reflective / Bittersweet [Verse 1] I gave you my mornings, you gave me the cold We built a small world, now the story’s been told You laughed at my jokes like they still meant something But silence grew louder than any bell ring

Maybe someday when the rain smells like spring You’ll hear this and smile at the ghost of the ring But tonight, let the guitar bleed what I can’t say Goodbye, my almost – I’m walking away

You said “take the blame, it’s easier that way” I packed up my pride and I drove through the grey The café, the park bench, your favourite dress Now all that remains is a quiet “I guess”

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Post-menopause


This is the time when menstruation is well and truly over, the ovaries have stopped producing high levels of sex hormones and for many ladies, perimenopause symptoms subside.

Estrogen has protective qualities and the diminished levels mean organs such as your brain, heart and bones become more vulnerable. It’s also a key lubricant so your lips may become drier, your joints less supple and your vagina might be drier. In addition, your thyroid, digestion, insulin, cortisol and weight may alter. The Breakup Song -Revanth-

At this juncture, a woman might experience an increase in the signs of reduced estrogen but she should have a decrease of perimenopause symptoms. That said, some women will experience symptoms like hot flushes for years or even the rest of their lives. The Breakup Song -Revanth- Artist: Revanth Mood: Melancholic

Breakup Song -revanth- — The

The Breakup Song -Revanth- Artist: Revanth Mood: Melancholic / Reflective / Bittersweet [Verse 1] I gave you my mornings, you gave me the cold We built a small world, now the story’s been told You laughed at my jokes like they still meant something But silence grew louder than any bell ring

Maybe someday when the rain smells like spring You’ll hear this and smile at the ghost of the ring But tonight, let the guitar bleed what I can’t say Goodbye, my almost – I’m walking away

You said “take the blame, it’s easier that way” I packed up my pride and I drove through the grey The café, the park bench, your favourite dress Now all that remains is a quiet “I guess”