love,
i was forced into a support group
despite my constant refusals
and begging to go back home.
i didn't pay attention much,
all i remember is how musty the room was.
it was like all the tears that had been shed here
remained here, leaving tales behind
for those who came after them.
there was one boy
with dusty rose hair
who talked about his mom the whole time.
his smile resembled yours, and i found myself
smiling along with him throughout the time.
it was the first time i had genuinely smiled
since you left.
it felt like the clouds had parted momentarily,
the sun saying through the pouring rain,
' it'll be over soon '.
if only i would believe it.
-yumi
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Povídkyi thought of you so i wrote you a letter [COMPLETED] warning: depression, mentions of abuse, alcoholism, overall angst