'Death of loved one' 'sad'
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Can there be a light beyond this night? I have zero knowledge anymore of is true. I've been there by your side, I always have. But you've gone to place no map can find. In a world without someone you love,
Me and my boo, together today. Me and my baby, sharing a parfeit. Soon a question must be asked, But it's a very daunting task... Will she like it? Will she agree?
Mirror mirror Was I meant to fall? Roses white and dying light silver’s sweet forgiving bite He asked “why?” no one answered her as I rot deep down beneath the ground.
15. Still a child. Finding myself. In high school. I was young. Silly. Generous. Caring. Excited. For high school. I had a dream. To go to college.
They said she would stay, that she wouldn't feel a thing, it would be quiet and still, our goodbye's wouldn't matter because she'd never know, that they were said,
If death were the color blue, —The sky would be a graveyard. The ocean, too. But if the sky harbored death, —It wouldn't seem so glum. In fact, we'd smile when our loved ones left.
To many people a shrimp is a small free-swimming crustacean with an elongated body, typically marine and frequently harvested for food. To me, shrimp is a person.