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I lay flowers on the same spot;
my tears have watered every plot.
I stick around, hoping to run into a ghost,
deciding which loss hurts the most.
So that I can ache long in the night,
as if all of this heartache will make it right.
But no amount of rain, lightning, or thunder
will bring back what is six feet under.
So I have to pick myself up
and leave the cemetery.
—g
my tears have watered every plot.
I stick around, hoping to run into a ghost,
deciding which loss hurts the most.
So that I can ache long in the night,
as if all of this heartache will make it right.
But no amount of rain, lightning, or thunder
will bring back what is six feet under.
So I have to pick myself up
and leave the cemetery.
—g
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