I am the aftermath
I wonder about better days
I hear the whispers of the shadows
I see the shadows of the stars
I dream about that day
I am the aftermath

I pretend that the hurt never happened
I feel that day over again
I touch him once again
I worry the worst will come again
I cry about the day it was known
I am the aftermath

I understand nothing of his thoughts
I say to let it go
I dream about the worst day
I try to repress the bad memories
I hope for a better time, a better life
Because I am the aftermath of that day

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