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The Loss of A Loved One
It hurts so much to sit here and see
The love we had in the beginning is no longer going to be.
It tears at my heart daily with writhing pain.
The fears that I feel can't be eased by ADDICTING SUBSTANCES or hate.
With every tear that I drop, every pain that I feel,
It's common knowledge that one day my soul will be healed.
It's deeper than 6 feet, the death, I'm seeing us go under.
As I've watched the piles of dirt press together.
The last shovel of it has covered...
Just place the stone at the head of the bed.
This day is done and now that we're silenced.
There will be nothing more said.
Written by immeasurable
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