life isn't fair.
I sit, losing,wanting,in the forest.
crying, i stare at his body.
it's sad, losing someone.
someday i'll think back,
still weeping.
Then i realize that i will never hear his perfect voice,
his comfort, his warmth.
I know and cry that life isn't fair.
crying, i stare at his body.
it's sad, losing someone.
someday i'll think back,
still weeping.
Then i realize that i will never hear his perfect voice,
his comfort, his warmth.
I know and cry that life isn't fair.
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