Sickened by Grief, Pain, Loss, and what could be.
You think everyday gets easier to let them go, but
It's not letting them go that gets easier,
It's letting yourself live with the small reminders of what could be.
Slowly driving yourself in an endless loop.
Wanting to move on,
Realizing nothing will change no matter how much you try.
The chapter ending, but your reading it word by word to buy more time.
Stalling the inevitable
Being left with alone, broken
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