It ends or it doesn’t.
That’s what you say. That’s how you get through
it. The tunnel, the night, the pain, the love. It ends or it
doesn’t. If the sun never comes up, you find a way to
live without it. If they don’t come back, you sleep in
the middle of the bed, learn how to make enough coffee for
yourself alone.
Adapt. Adjust. It ends or it doesn’t. It ends or it
doesn’t. We do not perish.
LOSTPOETFROMHEAVEN* · 7 years ago
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LOVE THIS!!!