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Sorrow


Sometimes life has its ups and downs.

Not everyday can I say that it was a good one.

Lately my life has been a mess.

There are times when I can't even think and all I want to do is cry.

Those days have been coming more frequent than they should be.

I thought that they have been getting better.

But there will never be a day where I don't think about what I lost.

He was my rock and my shoulder to cry on.

I could always go to him with my struggles.

Now I have no one.

Two years ago I lost my best friend.

Two years ago I lost my dad.

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