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Just had some time thinking about some deaths in my life and felt like adding something. |
| The hardest part is yet to come I wish Just wish That I would have been told that That the easy part Was them dying Was them leaving Was them gone the next day Because when they're gone Everyone is there To help To support To make sure you're alright and just fine But that's the easy part When you're still stuck on that feeling And everyone else moved on You're by yourself When you're by yourself at night when you're completely alone When you have everyone else thinking that you have moved on, and you're all good That's when it will hit the most It will hurt It will tear you up worse than death It is the most cursed thing you could possibly feel Yet it's what makes you feel alive anymore at that point. |