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Dedicated To Fran
2022-05-11, 12:41 p.m.

Some people write to entertain.

Others do it to keep things sane.

For me, I do it to stop my pain.

This heavy heart has been my bane.

My tears run dry and words run out.

Alone and scared at times I shout.

“Curse you, God, if you’re about!”

I begged my life to be taken.

I asked, why you were forsaken?

Yesterday, all our children cried.

Emotions ripped from deep inside.

They’re grown with lives completed.

I’ll never say that I'm defeated.

Yesterday, I lost my best friend.

Goodbye, she uttered in the end.


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