This represents the in-between stage of grief, where one knows it is real, yet still reverberating between gnawing on the rope of independence while at times hanging on for dear life to a past already gone and just o u t o f r e a c h .
I’m clinging to a hope.
Acting like a dope.
Gnawing on the rope. . .
Yet yearning still to cope.
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