What He Always Said

A short poem about a small phrase that someone's best friend always that has impacted their life after they died.

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Stay strong, stay beautiful is what he had always said, but how could I under the circumstances? 
He had died and there was nothing more I could do, but cry and just pray that maybe he’d be resuscitated and alive. 
How could one lose their best friend, their love of their life, and be just fine? How could you expect me to have everything perfectly in line? 
A year has passed and I’m still not quite head, and all I can think of is that lovely quote he had said. 
Maybe if I hit my head against the wall hard enough I’ll forget him and more on. 
Maybe one day I’ll be okay but that sure as hell won’t be today. 
One day I’ll hardly remember his name that had always caught my attention and have to apologize as it wasn’t my intention. 
Eventually I won’t be filled with sorrow and afraid of what’s to come tomorrow.
Stay strong, stay beautiful he always said, but how could I do that when he was dead. 
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Author's Note

please ignore poor grammar and commas in the wrong place