i know
that one day i will
have to bury her
i know
that it will hurt
more than anything
i know
that she can't live forever.
she can't live long enough
i know
i'm not smart enough
to find the Cure
i know
that every time she suffers
my mind comes back to this
i know
that it is not my fault.
it is the universe's
i know
i cannot bury her,
not yet
i know
everything
and nothing
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a last note from your narrator
Poetrypeople write because no one listens - h.h. a collection of short stories written in various points in my life. mostly bad points. fair warning. title from the book thief by markus zusak i...
