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It’s not supposed to last

But it’s not supposed to stop

So soon

So shockingly

 

It’s been so long now

It can be difficult to find someone to talk to

Someone who understands

I don’t want to explain it

To someone who wasn’t there

I don’t want to paint a picture

With colors that illustrate nothing

That expose nothing

Colors only visible to those

With glasses

I don’t want a watered down moment

Replacing substance

 

But day by day there are less

Those that feel the chasm

To have so much removed

At such an age

It’s ugly

 

I was…

We were…

Unprepared

 

To be bathed in plague

Misunderstood

Something none of us felt

Before

 

Now miles away

I revisit my path

And find it

Occasionally crumbling

 

So many voices

Gone

They should be

Here

 

I have washed

But cleansings

Are fragile

And repeatedly

Temporary

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