Another funeral,
Another little black dress,
More fake smiles,
More polite responses,
More held in tears,
Another ice cold body,
Another facade,
More mundane shakings of the hands of strangers labeled family,
When will it end?
I guess the answer I hate to receive,
Is never.
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I told you I would make this a poem. There are almost a hundred pages. I'm freaking out.
Oh, I forgot, it's shorter on here but in my personal book its 98 pages.
Kisses <3
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