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Grief is what you make of it. There are some who choose to simply ignore it, others let it consume them. And some, Well, they have never known grief so contain no emotion. They're numb.

Submitted:May 3, 2013    Reads: 20    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   





Now look here,

Cant you see the pain


You can only see the smile i paint

Would you ever look at me,

And think she's known a pain so great

Themgirl that smile, laughs and plays

Seen to be those that think lives a game

Fun and joy, is the picture i show

But understand now, you do not know.

A pain so great seen in me,

to walk to path the blood is now all i see

Her purple lips still haunt me now.

Fragile little fingers on my hands.

Coldness over her, yet still she doesnt shake.

But i fear now that she's up there alone.

Looking down and calling me,

Asking me to be

with her

up there



and not scared

She tells me to go back to the dear friend i once had.

And ask one more time, for her to take my hand.




The the only sound heard as her body drains.


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