Why

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*trigger warning*

A single tear rolls down my cheek.

'why did she have to do it?... why'

I say through my tears.

I wish I could have talked to her told her that I loved her

but now it's too late for that

I'm always too late

born late, finished work late,

matured late.

But I'll join her early.

I'll be early for once.


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*Authors note*

Hey, just another warning that these are mostly about depression and death.

Also these are all my own works so yea.

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