Dear You MAG

October 19, 2015
By Anonymous

Eight million, four hundred and nine thousand, six hundred breaths.
That’s how many I have breathed in the 365 days you have been gone,
And that’s how many battles I’ve had since you said
“Ain’t nobody ever gonna love you”
And left me.
Sixteen thousand, eight hundred twenty-six dollars.
Approximately how much a duty soldier makes per year.
And for all those battles that I’ve fought without you,
I think I deserve 16,826 dollars.
Forty thousand, six hundred and seven,
eight,
nine,
The tears I’ve cried in those three hundred sixty five days,
Breathing those eight million, four hundred and nine thousand, six hundred breaths
And I’ve counted every one.



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on Oct. 25 2015 at 8:13 pm
sharpened_pencil GOLD, Warren, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
"Life can suck, sure. Mostly though it's a blank canvas. If you want to see something brighter in it, you might have to add it yourself." -Patrick Stump, Fall Out Boy

Powerful poem of grief, and a creative approach to it too. Loved it




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