They wouldn't let me attend the funeral for dear Lucy who died. There goes my hope and faith, laid with her on her deathbed, soon to be donated to those others in need as I choked out my ears to hear them tell me that she was never even real.
(d.r.)
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Poetry"She had 50 days left to live. She had 5000 words left to say." A compilation of 50-word poems by a child who longed to see a better future than the one they've set for themselves. Each piece takes 12 seconds to read. #833 - 27/05/17 #687 - 28/05...
