I’ve seen all the tears and sorrow and brokenness
And they all ask me how.
How do I pick up the pieces?
How do I get over this?
How do I pull myself out of this pit?
And I wish I could answer.
I wish I could scrawl out the formula across their arms
Letting them know they’re not going to feel like this forever.
But there isn’t.
And if I knew
I wouldn’t be sitting down here myself.
And if I knew
I wouldn’t be sitting down here myself.
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