I am writing this,
With a blurry vision,
Tears streaming down my face,
It's been about 2 years when you left us in this world,
2 years-
Yet the pain is still here.I don't know what to do,
The wound you left is good as new.I want you back,
I really want you back,
If I only knew you'd be gone that day,
I could have hugged you for the last time,
Kissed you as much as I can,
Told you I love you,
And I will do everything just to hear you talk again.I can't even remember your voice anymore,
I hate myself for not telling you
That you're the best grandmother in the world-
Because you are.My heart feels empty now,
When I smile, I don't know if it's true.
When I laugh, I don't know if it's real.Ma, I passed in our dream school,
Last night, I even imagined you
Telling me how much you're proud of me,
I imagined you kissing me on my forehead,
Then telling your friends how smart I am.I miss you so much,
Ma, are you proud of me?
Can you give me, even just a sign that you're proud and you still love me?I wish you were here,
Even if you won't give me a reward anymore,
I just want you,
I just want you back.I love you...

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Always on the 13th Hour
PoetryThis is a collection of prose and poetry, and a bunch of thoughts that keeps me awake every night. This is all about what goes on every 13th hour... if that hour even exists.