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Post by Resemblance on Apr 5, 2024 17:16:24 GMT -5
I still see you here, I know your voice we will still hear. I will hold you close, and ignore the thing that hurts most.
It's that day again, I will scream again, I can't call it depression, when I haven't even begun to bargain.
April fifth, April fifth, you had said this world is nothing but waste and filth. I would do anything to keep your health.
Your words couldn't leave us peace of mind, with the hole you left behind. I miss you, I miss being whole, I miss the days that held us all.
April fifth, April fifth, I can't see you again, I won't wish again, that is just a myth. I'm done denying now, I'm done yelling now, I won't bargain now, depression won't hold me now, because to accept and grieve I have figured out how.
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Post by HAL 10,000 on Apr 6, 2024 20:00:53 GMT -5
Catchy. Depressing, but catchy.
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