Seeing My Grandmother
Don't worry
I cannot come
For my next life
Would be a round trip
You see a
Beautiful flower
Just feel the wind
Pass through your
Long hair
As you walk down the river
Where the water is fresh
As you felt it
As you walk there
Rocks hurting you
But you still go deeper
Icannot see your head
You are drowing
You don't know
How to swin
I cannot help you
But i see you soon
My granduagther
Your eyes are bluated of crying;
Each nigh you never\
Sleep deeply
You scream
You shiver
You cried in pain
How long wiill you be holding on?
To something that isn't
For you anymore
WAKE UP
Don't let your
Nigthmare bite.
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