I sit here
Debating what is true, or what I think is true
Perhaps it’s an elaborate hoax?

Perhaps the pieces were never meant to fit
All that life is meant to be
Is to see, who we can hurt the most

Grief never leaves, never ceases
Doesn’t even change to something else
It’s just there like an incurable disease

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