Christmas this year was strange, it was only my small house and I. We opened our gifts and did the normal stuff like we used to. The reason it felt weird is because I wasn't sad, I did however feel out of place. It felt as if I wasn't there, out of my body.
It's been four years since you passed away, the thing is the pain is still very much there. I didn't sleep on Christmas eve because all I could think about was you. Oh how losing you has affected me, I miss you. I miss you a lot more than I am willing to say.
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PoetryHello, I don't write to inform you or to show you my life story. I write to show that you can move on from the past and let go. The only way you can move on it is to forgive yourself and the people who have hurt your soul. I write for the damaged, t...
