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Cope

The rush of emotions

coming at me like a hungry lion.

I can’t breathe.

That is my only thought.

I can’t breathe and run.

Run so far and so fast.

But looking at me its not going to be far.

so I stay put.

Panicking and struggling to breathe.

I can’t breathe because I miss you everyday.

I think I’m past it but then something reminds me of you and then I am back with the lion.

That is what grief does.

It comes at you heavy and fast.

Hits you like a thousand baseballs.

and it never truly goes away.

You just learn to cope with it.

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