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May 2014
Memories.
Filling the void between realities.
Each of your words
A reverberating tune,
Telling me over and over
A twisted sense of your ego.

Surviving id all that I have after you.
Each movement.
Each breath.
Each thought,
All constantly calculated to fight for life.

Battle my eternal fear
As I stomach seeing your face.
Courageously push past your body,
Closing my eyes,

As if reality was just a nightmare,
As if your essence never once
Forced itself upon my skin.

No.

Your hands grasp blindly in the darkness,
And for now,
In my mind,
I am gone.
4 out of 4 of "Stages of My Grief"
Written by
Alexandra Askew  Great Mills
(Great Mills)   
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   --- and Isabella Pullivan
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