grief

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They say it gets smaller

But it never fully heals

A tiny black hole with

Unimaginable weight

Full of infinite pressure

Something indescribable

Shredding whatever it eats

Into unidentifiable strings still

Made up of the incongruities

Left over from memories

Of when you were

Still here

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