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No one every tells you how hard it is                  Watching someone you love die                   slowly.                             It’s worse Than the quick knife to the heart when their death is sudden.       A moment:grief. Then nothingness.                     But the slow deaths, They ache. Like a growing cancer eating its way out and we acknowledge that there is no cure.          Just waiting. Watching. Agonizing. This time will be it.        I’m ready. I’ve said my goodbyes.                               No. Not yet.                          One more month. And while I wish I could rejoice in this extra time together. I can’t.                     You’re in pain. I see it.                                    I feel it. You’re suffering                 And all I can do is watch.
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Jun 2, 2023
Jun 2, 2023 at 4:34 AM UTC
A New Thing to Trauma Bond Over.
No one every tells you how hard it is                  Watching someone you love die                   slowly.                             It’s worse Than the quick knife to the heart when their death is sudden.       A moment:grief. Then nothingness.                     But the slow deaths, They ache. Like a growing cancer eating its way out and we acknowledge that there is no cure.          Just waiting. Watching. Agonizing. This time will be it.        I’m ready. I’ve said my goodbyes.                               No. Not yet.                          One more month. And while I wish I could rejoice in this extra time together. I can’t.                     You’re in pain. I see it.                                    I feel it. You’re suffering                 And all I can do is watch.
caela-bayfield
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Jun 2, 2023
Jun 2, 2023 at 4:34 AM UTC
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