a year.
it wasn’t supposed to be like this.
it was supposed to be a fairy tale ending.
it was supposed to all work out.
there was going to be this moment where it all came together.
and we’d be whole again.
there was hope
that even though it seemed so damn black we could find a light.
we almost found it.
you believed in it.
you said you would make it happen.
this time, i will thank god…this time i will thank god…
but
here we are
lost
confused
ripped at the fragile seam we had left
never able to be whole
and we are hurting so badly
in so many different ways
and there is nothing anyone can do to fix this one
except hope
and pray
if you still believe.
but some of us
don’t.
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