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There’s not much I know about forgetting. By which I mean I can hear her name from a distance; and it still breathes cold in my chest.

Odd Ken

No one thing stays the same after a goodbye.
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Change Goodbye Stay
All through the depression, I was the soft toy in the hands of a baby with sharp teeth.
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Children Depression Hands Myself Soft
Respect pain. Every heartfelt word is first born from sadness.
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Born Pain Respect Sadness
Pain is never too weak to leave the body still standing or laughing the same.
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Body Laughter Leaving Pain Stand Weakness
Perhaps I mistook the pain with work in progress.
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Mistook Myself Pain Progress Work
After healing I’ll run back to her – of course this poem demands a brutal ending!
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Brutal Demand End Healing Myself Poem Run
The broken worlds we hide inside; that’s how we start to die!
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Break Death Hide Start World
I swear I love her so much that somedays I can’t quite tell if I’m just a good liar.
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Goodness Herself Love Lying Myself Quite Talk
If ever the fall is the ground, someone tell her I’m this close to soil, and I can feel it!
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Fall Feeling Ground Myself
Just as it demands blood, to meet bone, It’ll forever take something painful to understand pain.
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Blood Demand Forever Painful Philosophy Understand Wisdom
Sorry to a heavy heart in the morning; sorry to waking up and being yourself the only reason to cry.
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Cry Heart heavy Morning Reason Sorry Wake Up Yourself
Sometimes even in pain we smile to the world until we think we’re dying.
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Death Pain Smile Thinking World
I forget how our story started; but these days I’m finding the missing pieces behind every exhale, where I left the words standing with sore feet.
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Forget Missing Myself Pieces Stand Start Story
Often times the language is different; by which I mean, I love her, and it’s the only stammer I’ve ever known.
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Different Language Love Myself Time
I’ve been to the countryside a couple of times. Somedays it is all wood and grass and empty. Other days it feels like you!
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Country Feeling Forest Place Time Yourself
It is my dying wish to travel around the world; to feel this hurt in a slightly different way!
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Around Death Different Feeling Hurt Myself Travel Way World

There’s not much I know about forgetting. By which I mean I can hear her name from a distance; and it still breathes cold in my chest.

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