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Sometimes it isn’t about who we were
It’s about who we became in the process
They never asked how much it hurt
They never want to know how many tears fell
How many years wasted dwelling per sufferable action
They only want to hear us say we’re okay
Not because they don’t care
Because they can’t answer honesty
Lost to time is what our emotions become
Ignored and unchecked
Lost to the cold snow
We seem to wander forever
Each print a memory of our last moment with the one we called our person
Maybe it isn’t about the memory
Maybe it’s about the appreciation
Maybe it’s about the pain we felt in the moment
Maybe it’s everything we never saw
Maybe it’s what we never believed
In the end it’s what we ignored
A simple mistake or misuse can divide a country
What can it do for the ones we love
Only allow them to show we aren’t worth the ticking seconds provided by the holy one
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