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Tragedies

One has fallen,
Two are dying,
Three shall live without even trying
Four are sick,
Five not cured,
Six sing in sorrow, their voices not heard
Seven in heaven,
Eight down below,
Nine bowed in silence, their heads hang low
You’re alive
They are well
I’m the one who perished with agony’s yell



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Giggles23333 said...
today at 1:32 pm:
Wow this is a beautiful poem. Seems like you've lost someone near and dear to you. Can I ask you a question? Have you ever lost someone you met and regret that you don't talk anymore?
 
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