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Death

Sometimes I wonder if it’s better than life

Not here to witness everyday let downs and despair

Death

You’ve taken my friend, my grandmother, and my paw paw and my uncle

Why do you come so soon

Why do you come in the midst of joy

Death

I’m sitting on my friend’s grave

Wondering if he can hear me

I’ve been gone too long

Putting him in the background as I tackle life

Now I’m back here questioning what I’d do wrong with life

Death

Could you let my friend come back for a few minutes? I need to talk to him and he ain’t here

Original poem by @britneylclark.

By britney

Loved ❤️ Happy 😁 Blessed 🙏🏽

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