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Trauma
Digging graves trying to find
the roots of the truth,
I know they say to keep
the skeleton hung in the closet
& let the dead rest but
Who wants to go on living through
trauma,
Innocence I should've had
the privilege to keep
Isn't it tragic how they act like
it never happened.
I stood standing over your casket
& no feelings came across
But every thought I seem to
have reminded me of how fucked
up you were & how fucked up your soul
will always be,
& unfortunately there are no APOLOGIES
the roots of the truth,
I know they say to keep
the skeleton hung in the closet
& let the dead rest but
Who wants to go on living through
trauma,
Innocence I should've had
the privilege to keep
Isn't it tragic how they act like
it never happened.
I stood standing over your casket
& no feelings came across
But every thought I seem to
have reminded me of how fucked
up you were & how fucked up your soul
will always be,
& unfortunately there are no APOLOGIES
Published 2nd Jul 2021
| Edited 31st Jul 2021
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3rd Jul 2021 3:23am
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3rd Jul 2021 4:15am
4th Jul 2021 3:49am
Hard lessons. Difficult to get over some things in our lives. Kisses, Robert.
7th Jul 2021 1:10pm
