Mar 2017
The day my grandmother died,
I wasn't thinking about her,
At first I didn't cry,
But when people kept talking about how her life ended, I cried until this day.
I wasn't thinking about her,
At first I didn't cry,
But when people kept talking about how her life ended, I cried until this day.
(20/F/Tuskegee)
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