He lay in his bed trapped in one of those moments where all of the tears has come out, yet none has left his face.
He was sinking. Deeply.
He thought about the last time he saw her, and how he couldn't remember anymore, her exact being.
She went so young, she could've lived still.
Yet, gone she went. -me
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This is as much as I reveal: A grief
PoetryA short statement dealing with the death of someone once most amazing.
