On the phone, my voice quakes
"Hey can you grab my stuff."
"Uh? What?"
" I just need you to hold it for a bit"
"Why"
" You can have it"
I answer unsure of what to say.
"What about you?"
"I have some just take some stuff."
"Your there sizes smaller"
"Give it away? "
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah"
Way to give that away.
She sighs
"I'm on my way"
"Wait, I cant im not packed yet. Give me an hour or so."
"Take your time"
And so we met. Or at least tried.
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Getting Better
PoetryThrough and through I have felt down, and even though this, I never thought recovery would really be this hard... Back and forth, up and down, read on to hear my struggle through out.
