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Sep 2013
Sometimes I sit and wonder why
At certain points I cannot cry
Like the time great-grandma died
I just could not, I tried and tried

Hers, the life, they did take
The six foot hole they did make
You'd think my soul, it would shake
There's something wrong, did I break?
Written by
Matt dos Santos
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