I thought I accepted it.
I thought I accepted that I'd never see her again
but I didn't.
It's almost been a year and I just truly realized I'll never have another memory with her again
good, bad, sad, nothing.
Never another memory.
I just have to live through the old ones,
but I just want to here her laugh again.
I want to see her smile again,
but I can't because she's gone.
She left us.
The thing about death is you never really accept it, part of you always thinks that they're still alive
that they're just gone right now.
It's almost been a year and I still can't accept that I'll never be able to talk to her again.
I miss her, I miss her, I miss her.
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Forever & Over
PoetryI wrote most of these when I was in a really dark time in my life it felt like I was drowning and sinking but now I finally learned how to float and breathe again. When I look back at these mistakes and this undescribable pain, I like to still wri...
