April 12, 2011
By Tristan Urling SILVER, McCook, Nebraska
Tristan Urling SILVER, McCook, Nebraska
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Grief touches the deepest parts of our soul
Tearing pieces off bit by it
It leaves us alone for awhile
It always comes back though, skulking from the corners
Its raunchy odor lingers in the pit of our hearts
It keeps us under surveillance, always
Waiting for your most venerable moments
Then it attacks us tearing apart the wall we built up
We break down in pain with all the emotion that was built up be hide our wall
It taunts us with the lost one we love

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