I am the one . . .

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I am the one who can't stand September mornings.

I am the one who can't bear witness to yearly memorials.

I am the one who can't stand long car rides.

I am the one who hates the reaper for doing this to me.

I am the one who survived the mass pile-up.

I am the one who people thought was forever blessed.

I am the one who lost everything in one blow.

I am the one who lost the one they were scared to love.

I am the one who goes to therapy twice a week............................... ....................................................................still

I am the one who in the end is still just lost.

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