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Why the hell else do you think I'm lying in bed?

It's an overused platitude to say that everything reminds me of you

A banal cliché to be the girl who cries herself to sleep

But, when it happens, you can't fear the overused phrases

You have to learn to accept that you will spend some days watching a whole season of a sitcom he showed you one day

Some days reading through old messages

Some days crying

Some days healing

Not all days are dedicated to your hurting heart, not all days are meant to be for hurting

Most days are actually for sunshine and reading

For painting and writing

For prayer and for hope, because you are not your pain

I am not my pain, but...

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Written by
eliza-jane
Australian
Published
Dec 28, 2013
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