Some people depart, leaving us with only their memories to live with.
Its hard to think
he no longer smiles,
no longer feels,
no longer breathes,
Its indeed funny how the creator, takes away the ones who do good,
And have left the bad ones to spread their wings of hatred into this world.
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Recovery
PoetryHealing myself is what for I write, Hoping to see someday the path bright, Each time raising my expectations to great summits Just to let you know how much optimism it brings. ************************************ Feel free to share your views and op...
