Goodbye

January 24, 2014

You taught me how to be brave.

You taught me how to let no one see my fears.

So today as I stand by your grave,

I will put a little smile on for you.

As the tears start to fall,

I will bite my lip.

Say goodbye for the last time,

and walk away.

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