Help.
I need it.
Because she's gone.
We helped each other.
But now she's gone.
People loved her.
A respected author.
But now she's gone.
The person I could talk to.
I miss her.
It hasn't even been a day.
I wonder what she's doing.
I hope its not suicide,
Because her days get hard.
She talks about it.
But I, we, you don't like it.
Maybe I should have changed it.
Maybe I could have.
But now she's gone.
And we'll truly miss her.
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My Feelings Of Poetry
שיריםI still often update, but not as often. This is a story about my feelings, in a poet kind of way. I am not very good at rhyme, but will try. These can also help you. Wise sayings in these too! I constantly change what I write, so be ready for long c...
