Then one day she had enough and realized we’re all human. We all make mistakes. Your failures, disappointments and sins do NOT define you! She pulled up her panties as she pissed and moaned and she went the hell on!
Because losing someone isn't an occasion or an event. It doesn't just happen once. It happens over and over again. I lose you every time. Every time I'm kept in the dark. Every time I'm outcasted. Every time I have unanswered questions.
Poem text Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain