The Seven Stages of Grief | Denial

The Seven Stages of Grief

ii.              Denial

Leaving is so easy.

It’s the staying gone that’s hard.

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I wanted everything,

A house,

The dream job,

Commitment,

Security,

Love,

Peace,

Joy,

Happiness.

All you ever wanted,

Was me.

But.

By the transitive property,

Doesn’t that mean,

That you would be getting everything?

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If everything,

Had just been one inch different,

It would have been everything we needed.

The problem was,

The measurement of that inch,

Was the one that spares your life from a gunshot wound.

The one inch,

That separates heaven from hell.

That one inch between life and death,

A wise woman once called that,

Time.

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I’ll always be the villain in your story,

You’ll always be my death by a thousand papercuts.

Little death, little death, little death,

I’m not afraid to die.