It took every ounce I
It took every ounce I had to bare my soul
You blocked out the noise
Like a broken phone meant the end of us
the pain unbearable now that I'm no longer submerged in survival
while I play pretend in the present tense; the crash was magnificent
Find myself walking through every stage of grief in 24 hours
eyes rimmed red, face swollen with flashes of memory
That man reminds me of you.
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