When things get hard, and your pushed to the ground the weak stay down, accept their defeat, the strong, stand up, and show the world that even at their worst they can live.
I'm sure you expect me to be standing big and tall, but the truth is, things are hard, and I'm laying down on the floor.
"I'm so sorry,"
"I understand"
"I know how you feel,"
The words meant to comfort, are empty, filled with fake promise.
I sit in this stuffy dining room, the one Nan has worked so tirelessly to make beautiful, only to hold all this ugly. All this ugly emotion, all this ugly sympathy, and all this ugly death.
I sit, in my fake clothes, the clothes Nan picked to
"make an impression," I think they make me look stupid. My nose feels empty without its usual black ball stud, my ear feel empty without my earbuds, and my heart feels empty without Sara.
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