For years I lived as if they were dead or as if they were cancer patients who have been suffering and on the verge of death every waking hour. But as I grow I sink into the realization no more can I have this belief. This way of life. It is not too late to live with them hold memories to look back at and have connections that go both ways with people. I have to stop trying to numb myself to the pains of the world and accept pain is a part of it you must experience. Let it not shape you as a person but be another adventure and experience you add to your film, a book with no end in sight. An unprecedented end you don't want to know and don't have control over.
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Fuck You, Nicely
PoetryOne finding themselves, ups and downs; streams of melancholy and yearning of the heart. Contains time stamps of a life that seem to fade too fast and rants through life lessons I often forget. There might be some triggers with eating and just mental...
