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monday


It was afternoon, At first it was sunny And then the sky went dark. It's hard to imagine how i felt Before getting home but I know happiness was shining in my eyes. Yes i was over the moon But there was something opposing with my feelings and thoughts. feelings combined, Thoughts ran an endlessly repeated pattern, And i had all kinds of thoughts running through my mind...... And then.... my Mind died for a moment. I was far from home, My body started shaking, I felt as if everything was spinning around me, I was not able to balance, I knew something was wrong But i couldn't sink in thought. I looked my home from a distance And i saw misery, I felt pains immidiately, I felt tears getting closer. I went closer and took two steps before an entrance, I felt cold. My skin changed badly, Everything was awkward And my heart was pounding faster than ever. I got inside the yard, I saw the furniture outside. I got confused for a moment But i turned a blind eye And got inside the house. The whole family was there, I went straight to my mother's room And..... The room was EMPTY. No CLOTHES! NO SHOES! NO BED! I returned to the kitchen I saw my granny crying. I began to burst into tears Because i knew she was gone, And YES! She was really gone And i couldn't stop crying. Now i live in hope that the situation will pass, I keep on saying REST in peace my flower. It's easy to say but difficult to forget.
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