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Grief

Here's the truly awful
Thing about grief

I move into school
In eleven days
And I'm stressed out of my mind,
More than I can bear.
I desperately need to lock myself
In a room
And crank out the applications,
Letters, speeches, essays & journals
I do desperately need to write

And yet

I cannot stand to be alone
Because the second I'm left
With my own thoughts
All I can think of
Is how dull my heart feels
As it cracks and shatters
Inside my chest

08/02/23