"You'll be okay."
"He's strong."
"He will make it, I promise."
So much for your useless promise.
Everyone said at least one of these sentences.
They thought that it'd make me feel better.
It didn't.
Because am I okay? No.
Was he strong? Yes, he was. But not enough apparently.
Did he make it? No.
People tell me to move on.
They say there's no point.
They tell me what's done is done and there's no going back.
But I can't move on.
I'm stuck.
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