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Who said
That what doesn’t kill you only
Makes you stronger?
No matter how many times
You lose someone you love,
It hurts the same.
You still aren’t ready,
To let go, and live.
You still want to
Join them, bring them
Back. It doesn’t actually
Matter which.
It doesn’t matter that it’s
Impossible. That
Even if they could, there’s
No body for them anyway.
If someone told me, that if I bled enough my mom could come back,
The streets would be bathed in it.
It would rain red. It would fill every stream, river, creek,
Well, lake, sea,
Ocean on this planet.
