Five months onA Poem by FoolTime is a great healer. Really? Then why do I still feel broken, Accute pain within my my weeping heart? I still don't understand why it had to start. The wrong place, the wrong time Ended with a knife through your heart, An ocean of tears, hundreds of lives torn apart. Moments of joy are interjected with shame. How dare I Be happy, how dare I forget the past. Even for one second That you have breathed your last Breath. That you shall be forever young. Not only does it suck. It is really wrong.
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