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Thirteen Years


Death and lose all around.

Thirteen years have passed and still he is gone,

nothing can bring him back.

Nothing.

I need to accept it,

but I can’t.

I just have to believe that one day I will wake up and he will be there.

Nothing will have changed.

 

Thirteen years have passed.

Why is he not here?

Is he up there, looking down upon me?

Wondering if I will ever get it?

 

The future is coming up so fast.

How will I ever have a future, if I don’t let go of the past?

I don’t know, but I need to let go.

Let me go, losen your grip please.

 
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