Persevere

January 12, 2014

The phone rings,

the call I never wanted to come.

People screaming,

everything is blur and silence.

Too young they said,

the truth hits like a sickness.

Everything changes,

life without you is unfathomable.

Time passes,

I will learn to persevere

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