It Gets Easier

She wanted it to be over, no, she needed it to be over. Therapy wouldn’t help, friends couldn’t help, and everything she ever loved had become empty. So many times had Emilia recited this explanation in the afterlife. Even just thinking about it was exhausting. It was funny really. All the people that called Heaven their home were there under the presumption that they were ‘good,’ or at the very least, not shitty. Yet none of them could understand.

Mail Call

I heard the mail man stop by / I got up and went outside and found / Two other people doing just the same / Now I’m just as boring as everybody else

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