Grave stones are a memento, a memorial that we set up, they are a beautiful thing to remind us of that which was not. Some are heavier than others, and some light as air. It doesn't not change the fact that they are always there. We can stare at them, until we're old and grey, but that will never return to us how things used to be.
-Lucy Nightshade
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Memories of Pain
PoetryThis is a small poetic piece of sad truth. I really don't know what to name it because it is so personal I can't even breathe when trying to name it. If you like it, please give it a vote and comment on what you think. Also, if you have a name sugge...
