Sometimes,
Some things,
Still dont make
Sense.
Sigh,
Still, I try to make all the
Silly little things make
Sense.
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Processing my Greif
PoetryWithin two years of my life, I had 5 people in my family pass away. My biggest loss was my step mom. Three years later and the whole she left is still very real and raw. Here are some pieces I have written trying to transform and process my grief. w...
Sense
Sometimes,
Some things,
Still dont make
Sense.
Sigh,
Still, I try to make all the
Silly little things make
Sense.
