this is a poem i wrote about my grandparents on my dad's side of the family. (Note: its a little sad.)
2nd day 7th month,
i thought you would be there,
1 week later,
still not here.
another week passed by,
you finally appeared,
but for what purpose?
i'm sad i had to hear.
2nd day 7th month
it was my birthday,
you didn't appear,
cuz you were nowhere near.
2 weeks later,
you came back,
but what did you bring?
photos and news of them,
and negativity to the world.
you asked me how old i turned,
when you should know.
you know how old they are,
but not us.
you made me feel like i don't belong,
you made me feel like i'm not good enough,
you even said we aren't your family.
if i were to die tomorrow,
would you be at my funeral?
or would you come back 2 weeks later,
and barely even mention me.
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My Random Crap
Acaksince i have too many stories, im gonna just put all of my ideas in this book. i will write fanfictions, things about my life and other crap like that.
