Counting down

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Goodbyes hurts like a Bitch. They come flying like a fast pitch. But death hurts even more. They never walk back through that door. However, knowing it’s coming is unfathomable to me. A day without them is all I see. Yet they’re standing right  here. And all I can show is a pathetic tear. Knowing the date of death is insane. It’s like knowing it’s going to rain. You think you can prepare for it. But you realize you can’t one bit. You say they’ll be in a better place. But then why aren’t we all in this race. Running to get to this better place we speak of. Because I think they belong here with my love. I don’t want them to leave. I don’t want to cry and grieve. I want more days. And to stop counting down these days.

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