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I was raw, like the sores she picked on her fingers

The promise was on pause

But we smiled as we divided our books

I could blame him, like a child blames the dark

But I wouldn't let that be my story arc 

So we hugged despite his cold looks

I could cry for all that we're losing

or I could smile for rufusing to let go too easily

I could die for what I thought I wanted

or I could sing for what was coming peacefully

I could crumble like a wedding cake, baked, but never tasted

Or I could rise like the morning sun, wise if never wasted