We’re the lucky ones
Only just begun
Others leave too young
We are the lucky ones
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Where do I even start?
I realized that if I just kept thinking and feeling
If I didn’t write
I would implode
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I honestly thought this grieving thing was a momentary
I thought… well I hoped. I wished?
I wanted it to be momentary
I wanted to lay in my bed for days in January
And cry
And grieve
And heal
And try to move on as best as I could
I’m sure we all thought. We all hoped and wished
We prayed…
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I did not think I would be grieving the entire year
For people I never even met
Grieving for a country with questionable morals
The land of the free…
The home of the brave?
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Who wouldn’t want it to be over
For a moment I knew what it was like to fall into that dark place
It made me understand why people didn’t want to come back from it
Why do we deserve to be the ones to move on?
Why face reality?
It’s too much.
This is too much.
