You chipped in

when it came to breaking off a piece. It replays.
Not all the time, but it does.
You're getting there. Am I.
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Horrible things do happen.
Happiness in the face of all of that?
That -
not the goal.

Feeling the horrible,and knowing that you're not gonna die from those feelings...
that's the point.

Coming home to a post-it.

I'm talking but I'm mute.
It's not over.

Everyday, it's like I never left you at all.
Like coming home to a post-it.

Look for you.

I don't want to only when things go wrong.

I can hardly speak

I understand why you can't raise your voice to say


We're bound to be afraid.
Afraid to face, afraid to trust, afraid to speak, sfraid to hear.
We run for our lives. We're not so different from animals after all.
I can't admit.

Pain.

You just have to ride it out. You can only hope it goes away on its own, hope the wound that caused it heals. There are no solutions, no easy answers, you just breath deep and wait for it to subside.
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Some other will do a better job.

I am still.

We deny we're tired, we deny that we're scared, we deny how badly we want to succeed. And most importantly, we deny that we're in denial. We only see what we want to see and believe what we want to believe, and it works. We lie to ourselves so much that after a while the lies start to seem like the truth. We deny so much that we can't recognize the truth... right in front of our faces.

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To understand this denial is too much to ask for anymore, yes.
But.
I'm still asking.

One out of many.

One grown cold,
Restored to beauty for eternity.



Two lives and two souls that may never collide again.
Sometimes goodbye is a second chance.

You are the bigger person.