how I feel today
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How may I destroy you all?
That your image be cast away
They commentate my rise and remember your fall
Celebrate my life and scorn your dying day
All of the former,make way for the latter
Mom,
You're awesome.
I don't know
what else to say
because, and I mean this,
you are a beautiful,
kickin', loving, caring
awesome lady.
Thanks.
-The kid that loves you to bits.
My poet has died. There is a hole in my soul where he used to reside. My pen once flowed with stories of young lovers on clandestine journeys, dragons, and magical sages. Droplets of ink, crimson-black now stain my pages.
