I haven't been this sad for a while.
It's the kind of sad that feels like you swallowed a penny.
Like my body is slowly becoming metallic from the deepest inner part.
Like a playground bully is sitting on my chest.
Death is part of life. This lesson hits hard every time.
Letting go is sometimes the hardest part of love.
Topic(s) of this poem: death of a friend
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