Shoulder, Poo, Burn and Grieve
The shoulder to cry on will always belong to a girlfriend. Gladly, I have a dozen.And shit happens. It happens so often that people tend to ignore it. They don't care. They used to until they realise the poo will never cease dropping.
In the real world, prepare to paint pretty pictures and watch someone set them on fire. And then it is your turn to mentally torch the perpetrator(s) and witness him burn to ashes.
Everyone needs to grieve to overcome the sorrow. You can never move on until you do. You don't need a closure but you must, must grieve. And I have.
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