A life is taken a tear is shed, A goodbye never had the chance to be said. As you look back and wonder why, A single tear falls from your eye. As everybody mourns you stand under a tree, And think about the way it used to be. Then you realize you must move on with your life, Because there is no need to cause anymore strife.
Reason for writing:
my grandma was dying
Birth sign: Virgo
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