

Your PictureGod give me strength, because I have none left. I want so much to forget your face. And waking up alone is the saddest reminder That you are gone.Your Picture
On these cold, bleak mornings When the sun doesn’t show, The sky is just a mass of white clouds; Blank and listless as my heart.
On these long days, I pick myself up out of bed slowly, Forcing myself to go to school. There, everyone looks at me, As I shuffle through starkly-lit hallways They all know what I know, That which I can never forget.
&nbs
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