"How do you fix yourself?"
She asked I didn't know how to respond back.
So I told her the truth.
"When you lose someone you have a hole in your chest.
And you try to fill it and you can't.
Because that person can't be replaced by anything.
I don't think you can be fixed.
Because every time you think of him your want to cry."
She nodded her head, "He deserves my tears.
Because he doesn't get to live another day.
And we do."
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Nefelibata
PoetryCOMPLETE A mix of poems and quotes Nefelibata: cloud walker; one who lives in the clouds of there own imagination