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Pocket knife
I've moved across the country and back
A few times now though
I never did find what I lost
Thinking it would be in a drawer
In the closet
Under the bed
It took three years to remember where it was
I had left it with you
Didn't I?
On that last drunken night together
The one we didn't know would be our last
So.
Here I am
Unpacking these things I never wanted to look at
Think about
Or deal with again in my life
I finally admit to myself
I must let it go
All of it they tell me
But I can't help but feel
The nagging in the back of my mind
Asking
Asking
Should I?
Is this what I need to do?
Because I fucking hate myself
For doing it
A few times now though
I never did find what I lost
Thinking it would be in a drawer
In the closet
Under the bed
It took three years to remember where it was
I had left it with you
Didn't I?
On that last drunken night together
The one we didn't know would be our last
So.
Here I am
Unpacking these things I never wanted to look at
Think about
Or deal with again in my life
I finally admit to myself
I must let it go
All of it they tell me
But I can't help but feel
The nagging in the back of my mind
Asking
Asking
Should I?
Is this what I need to do?
Because I fucking hate myself
For doing it
Published 8th Dec 2019
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Here comes the rain again.
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8th Dec 2019 6:12pm
O wow!
Relatable spill (been there at least a thousand times)
To overcome a large chunk of (my) grief, i buried all my photos and even the engagement ring in the Forest where i first met my Fiancee as the physical reminders kept me from climbing out of the mud filled hole i had
dug for myself.
Well done, this spill
Relatable spill (been there at least a thousand times)
To overcome a large chunk of (my) grief, i buried all my photos and even the engagement ring in the Forest where i first met my Fiancee as the physical reminders kept me from climbing out of the mud filled hole i had
dug for myself.
Well done, this spill
9th Dec 2019 6:18am
I wrote this in regards as to what we talked about.
You were the inspiration for this (though it is my life about someone else), even if we have different paths I am glad you could relate. Thank you Tallen, for being you.
You were the inspiration for this (though it is my life about someone else), even if we have different paths I am glad you could relate. Thank you Tallen, for being you.
9th Dec 2019 6:49pm
