i do not know how to be better. my grief is terminal and it aches, oh it aches. like a thousand needles on my skin. a walk across the sun would burn me less.
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my lover is buried beneath the sea
Poetrythe devastation that came from falling for you
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i do not know how to be better. my grief is terminal and it aches, oh it aches. like a thousand needles on my skin. a walk across the sun would burn me less.
