i'm trying to find a way to talk about what happened
without mentioning how much it hurt.
there has to be a way,
to care for the wounds
without reopening them.
to name the pain
without inviting it back into me.

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Poetryit may not look like it, but i'm okay i just miss you sometimes. {for the people who have had someone leave that they could never forget} (Completed)
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i'm trying to find a way to talk about what happened
without mentioning how much it hurt.
there has to be a way,
to care for the wounds
without reopening them.
to name the pain
without inviting it back into me.