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On the Concept of Moving On:
How can I move on when I never got to finish?
When I was pulled away from my co-dependent life source
with forceps around my neck?
Detached like stitches that weren't ready to come out
It hurt like hell.
Like hell was exactly the way Catholic school described it
because time doesn't heal ****.
The closure I never got like mom didn't close the door behind her
I had to get up and close it myself
except I kept falling down the stairs
I want to get up and close the door so bad, it's just that
I don't want it to happen again
I don't want to silently die on the bathroom floor again
I don't want to live off of my own blood again
I don't want to be so sure that I'm insane
like bed bug infested hotel pillows
It's like I don't want to forget you
I guess that's it... I never want to forget you
God you were so good
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