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I Have to Get Over Her Death

I couldn’t really take it
For a long long time
She was my everything
My baby
But now
Its starting to get better
As I start to grow numb
At Emily’s death
Her stuff is all in the same spots
We never moved anything
Her pool
Her room
Her blanket on the couch
We have not have the heart to move it.
We never go in her room.
Thing’s will get better
They have been getting better.
Her suicide won’t linger in our brains forever.
I love her.
But I need my life back.






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