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28 bolts of pain Pelting my body instantaneously. Attacking every inch left of me, for I am gradually torn into pieces. Bit by bit. ***** by ***** 28 tear drops to trickle down my skin. My happiness now trimmed so short it's practically gone 28 rolls of tape to mend the remains of my broken heart. More than 28 times we said "I love you" and "we'll never be apart." But now you're not breathing Your heart stopped beating Blood stopped running And now I'm running to the cemetery to visit you, My loving grandfather. My mom screams too, But there's not much left to do but wait for heaven to once again be with you.
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Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 8:54 PM UTC
The Number 28
28 bolts of pain Pelting my body instantaneously. Attacking every inch left of me, for I am gradually torn into pieces. Bit by bit. ***** by ***** 28 tear drops to trickle down my skin. My happiness now trimmed so short it's practically gone 28 rolls of tape to mend the remains of my broken heart. More than 28 times we said "I love you" and "we'll never be apart." But now you're not breathing Your heart stopped beating Blood stopped running And now I'm running to the cemetery to visit you, My loving grandfather. My mom screams too, But there's not much left to do but wait for heaven to once again be with you.
In memory of Dario Fortuna: -November 28th, 2014
ashley-singh
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Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 8:54 PM UTC
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