Caught by surprise when those who we thought to have attained love are wrong.
Sorrow and Death are the blanket of snow that covers the morrow.
The days are sad, but the weeks are hell; the years: impossible.
A series of feelings and unspoken thoughts.
All poems/paragraphs written by me, myself, and I.
A chaos of feelings I can only express through words.
Enjoy.
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