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The grief train is moving slow

Coming right at me 

Can you hear that train coming?

Should I face it or keep running?

Move out of the way

Just let it pass by

Why do I have to get hit?

Can you hear that train coming?

It’s a metaphor 

Stop trying to be a wise guy, you’re not cunning

That train is going to hit me 

Eventually 

I’m tied up laying in the tracks 

Rolling around on my back

There’s no escaping that

Can you hear that train coming?

It’s moving slow

Pulling miles of cars 

Grief is hard

Should I face it or keep running?

This would just be the start