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The one that got away

Recently my grandma passed away. This is my tribute to her.

The pain never really goes away

In time things will always get better

A sad and dark poem, as most of mine usually are.

Sometimes you just gotta have fun with it.

The pain of existing in a world of darkness, is hard when your soul is already black.

If I burn in hell forever Your lies would still hurt worse. Every thought I have about you Is a never ending curse. I wish I could forget you B..

The heart is so easily fooled.

She will never know, and that's okay. I'll love her 'til the end of days.