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The Loss


I have never been able to say the words out loud.

But I definetly know without a doubt, my uncle is gone

He left in what seemed like the blink of an eye. 

A suprise visit the week before Turkey day 

Showing his funny and silly side.

Instead of feeling the love in the month of hearts,

He decided to end his own.

After this experience my thoughts changed about him,

Life, and finding true happiness.

It doesn't mean I do not love or miss him after what he did.

It just means that I still need time to process

How to move on and find the light again.

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