And all of the sudden all your hellos sound like goodbyes and escape routes and uncertainty and I find myself constantly asking if this is us, this is us, this is us, and the things between me and you will dissolve into gunpowder and maimed hearts for we are an explosion darling.
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Epilogue
PoetryPart 3 of the "It Gets Better" series You've done it all, you've seen it all. Time to breathe. Time Period: 12th Grade - Now
