VII: Dearly Beloved

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Poem

I walk and walk to gate beyond

The sun sits slow; her eyes are shut

I look and look, and the dark is dawn

Upon the tomb, my heart is cut

Story

I live life like it was, moments of happiness and excitement with smiles from me before but then the moment impacts here; horror and pain came with sorrow real that tore down the me that was and the me I would want to become. 

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