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That girl has a beautiful soul
And if you are lucky enough to have her
You **** well better appreciate that about her
...she's my best friend.
Hurt her, and I impale you. :)

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I honestly kind of thought it would hurt more when we parted forever but I miss you in the way someone misses their old house after a move.
If they went back to it, it would look basically the same on the outside but the house wouldn't be at all the same on the inside. The new inhabitants would have changed everything since they'd been gone. Walls that once hung photographs and other captured memories would be eerily bare. The air wouldn't have the same warmth because it's set at a different temperature now, and worst of all the people that were always kept safely inside the house will not be there anymore. I t would be the same house, but not the same house at all. Not the same home, anyway. It's quite the same with you. You look the same but are not inside. Parts of you are missing, precious memories you held and treasured have faded, you've grown cold inside and you don't hold the same people you used to love in your heart anymore. People like me. You are the same girl, but not the same person. I'll miss you, the old you, but I lost the old you a long, long time ago.
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It is very easy to bear a child
when you are a good parent or not

It is also not too tough to write some words
when you are a good poet or not

But it is too tough for a parent to grow up   
their child as being a real man

As it is too tough for a poet to make
a meaningful poem with those words

Though either you are a very good parent
or a very good poet

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@ Musfiq us shaleheen
too tough as being a real man or a poet and this the reality
A nun whips me bare and broken
Against a wooden table Jesus once ate upon.
"Beg for forgiveness"
I get on my knees
and thank God for what I
am about to eat.
Wounds will heal
Over time
Even if it takes
Decades
But the memories that
Came from the pain
Last much longer
I know
I have scars
That mark the pain
Everyone does
But not all
Scars show
Skin is not the only
Surface you can
Break
Hearts
Can be slit
Just as easily
So be careful
Every person is fragile
Some seem more
Breakable
Than others
But not all
Scars show
A heart is not the only
Surface you can
Break

Confidence
Can be shattered
Just as easily
So be careful
Every person is fragile
Confidence can
Be broken
Faster
Than anything else
And it takes so long to
Repair
I know
I have scars
But not all
Scars show
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Five people in one day
Have asked me the same question
And I can’t help but laugh
At such a wild suggestion
“Why don’t you have a boyfriend?”
They query in confusion
“I would have thought you would by now.” they say.
I’m amused at their peculiar delusions
“Why don’t I have a boyfriend?” I repeat.
Wondering what they’d ask such an obvious question for.
I turn to them, with a puzzled look
“Well, have you MET me before?” :D

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They said
It wasn't surprising
We all
Knew
She couldn't
Hold on forever
But
We still
Kind of expected
Her to
Because after a
Year
Of rallying
Us thinking
This is it
And her surviving
Making it
To her 90th birthday
We didn't think
It would be now
We thought she had years
Maybe not
Happy
And maybe not
Easy
But years
Still
We thought she
Would be happier
Now that she was not
All alone
But
Then
She got sicker
And we found out
That night
That she was
Gone







* * *








No one cried
At first
We all just stood
Quietly
Wondering
Why
We Knew
She wasn't
Happy
She was in
Pain
She was
Sick
But now
She is gone
I hope
Her pain was
Left here with her
Body
And that she
Is happy
Now
I hope that
She is healthy
That she can walk
With ease
I miss her
But I hope
She is better
Now

They said
It wasn't surprising
We all
Knew
She couldn't
Hold on forever
But still
It was a
Surprise
This is about my gramma. She passed away this past week. Repost if you have lost a grandparent.
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