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addison123456:

a poem about love and loss and growth

addison123456:

Loss feels like something important is missing. Like a chair pulled away from the table. Like a voice you expect to hear, but don’t. At first, it hurts all the time. Even small things can make you cry. A smell. A song. A quiet room. You may feel angry. Or confused. Or just very tired. That is normal. That is grief. But little by little, you learn how to carry it. You wake up. You brush your teeth. You step outside. The world keeps going. And slowly, you do too. Growing doesn’t mean you stop missing them. It means you learn to live with the missing. You start to smile again. You laugh without feeling as guilty. You remember the good things more than the painful ones. Love doesn’t disappear when someone is gone. It stays in your memories. It shows up in the way you care about others. It makes you softer. And stronger. We lose people. We break a little. But we also grow. And in that growth, love is still there.

Bounty:

mmm bars nic especially since I got dumped and this is so real nice work you did really well connecting w other ppl

addison123456:

I'm glad thank you

MaxTon:

Really shows how much youve grown from your struggles

addison123456:

@maxton wrote:
Really shows how much youve grown from your struggles
thank u i like to hope ive outgrown that many strugges

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