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| owner |
There used to be days that I thought I was okay,
or at least that I was going to be.
We'd be hanging out somewhere.
And everything would just fit right.
And I would think 'it will be okay if it can just be like this forever.'
But of course nothing can ever stay just how it is forever.
“I won't cry, it'll be fine.
I'll take my last breath.
Push it out my chest
'til there's nothing left.”
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| owner |
“It'll be okay."
She didn't know if it would be okay or not.
She somehow doubted it, but what else was there to say?