It was the third day, of the third month, of the third year since you had been gone. Three birthdays have passed. Two graduations. One person gaining a new member of their family. All good things. But you're not here to see it all. We did better to honor you. Because we knew you'd be proud. Now look where we are, ones a mother, one is a med student and the other is a model. Look how far we have came. One is getting married one is getting a new dog the other is studying. Are you proud of us?
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A Million Reasons Why
PoetryThis is a collection of poems and short stories. There isn't going to be a million things. Maybe a million words. These poems and short stories do have some themes that might be mature. Contains themes about suicide and death.
