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What am I To Do
you died, and i didn’t. and that’s the part i don’t know what to do with. i still open my mouth to tell you things and forget there’s no one listening. sometimes i whisper anyway because silence is too loud without you. your voice isn’t gone. it’s just stuck somewhere between my ears and my ribs, playing on loop when the world goes quiet. i don't want closure. i want you. i want the arguments. your bad advice. your dumb laugh during car rides. your stupid way of loving. i want to scream that you're missing this ugly beautiful life you were supposed to be part of. i want to wake you up from whatever nothing you're lying in and drag you back here because i don't know who i am without you watching me become it. they say grief softens. but all i feel is sharp. glass where your hands should be. fire in my chest every time someone says your name like it’s just a word and not my entire insides falling apart. i still talk to you. because stopping feels like betrayal. because forgetting feels like murder. because if i don’t, who else will keep you alive? ~~~
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