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E Feb 7
Sometimes I think
we were just born
to suffer

Maybe a cruel twist
of fate maybe by the
God's design

I don't really care
about the why I just
want it to stop

Because if every new
day just means
losing something or someone

Being afraid of everything
holding onto something already fading
I don't know how much longer I can

I'd like to try and think
that maybe I'll try for you
but I know I'll lose you too someday

As much as I wish to
I don't think I can believe
in a happily ever after

Because sometimes things
don't work out
and we still have to go on

I'm trying to hold on
trying to hold back my tears
but I don't know if I can

I always knew that each new beginning
has an unavoidable end
but it still hurts

The thought of losing you
keeps me up at night
and you tell me it'll be alright

But I don't know anymore
because what am I supposed to do
when I lose the best part of my life?
Written about my experiences with terminal illness. Friends, family, and even partners I know have struggled with it and as much as I hate to say it having gone through it before does not make it easier. I'm sorry.

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