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Dealing With This Pain Called Growing Up

Poetry By: Goldjack12112
Poetry



Dealing with the death of my baby.


Submitted:Feb 14, 2013    Reads: 28    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


Don't cry because she's gone, smile because she came. Don't dwell on the memory, laugh because she was there. Everything happens for a reason, maybe she came to show us there is more to this life than just love and hate, to show us there is forgiveness and acceptance. Even among those who are of an unforgiving nature. She came to bring a family closer together, and to make new ones. With each new life brings new things to learn, and oh how much we have learned. Learn to forgive, learn to deal with this pain. Learn to step up and do what you think is right even though you were told not to come. Most of all, learn to grow up and live this life without looking back, and regretting that past.





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