Its hard. Moving on. So hard.
And when the memories hit you,
you know you're dead.
Everything comes back and all you wanna do is cry because it's gone. Everything is gone.
Nothing will be like how it was before.
Never the way you want it to be.
No matter how much you want it to be.
And it aches.
Every inch of you aches as it hurts bad.
But no sign of a single tear still. Everything hurts and you're halfway dead but you do not cry.
The throat hurts because of the hurt trapped inside.
The chest hurts the same, a little worse.
You don't see a way to let it out.
And it just keeps on hurting so so bad.
And finally you cry, you cry a lot.
A lot.
All over again.
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