sooo, i was reading this cool a.ss poetry book, and i think i might start my own. i can't write poetry for s.hit, but i'll still do it. maybe.

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you stared breathlessly at the headstone before you. you ran your delicate fingers over the name 'ethan grant dolan' and cried. the both of you were together for six years and you were soon to be married, until he got hit by a drunk driver and died.

you stayed up every night, for a week, trying to fight the truth. ethan was dead, and nothing could change that.

why do bad things happen to good people?

you thought this on a daily basis and the answer never came. it didn't make sense how he died. it wasn't fair.

the pain that you were going through, the whirled up feelings that you had within, it wasn't fair. you were never intended to feel this way, you were supposed to be happy. you were supposed to have a family, but those dreams came tumbling down when ethan died.

it wasn't fair, but then again, nothing in life was ever fair.