They counted twenty eight
My soul says it’s too much
They speak or cry or shout
Words that I can not dissolve.
I’ve made my peace last week
So proud of myself!
Soon I will be gone
Soon I will die.
My last year with tears
My last months with pain
My last weeks together
My last breaths with soul.
I told her with care
I wrote her forever letters
She read them so fast
While displaying a beautiful smile.
You are not dying
You are so brave…
It doesn’t matter Cris
I died. It happened a long time ago.
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 2:28 PM UTC
They counted twenty eight
My soul says it’s too much
They speak or cry or shout
Words that I can not dissolve.
I’ve made my peace last week
So proud of myself!
Soon I will be gone
Soon I will die.
My last year with tears
My last months with pain
My last weeks together
My last breaths with soul.
I told her with care
I wrote her forever letters
She read them so fast
While displaying a beautiful smile.
You are not dying
You are so brave…
It doesn’t matter Cris
I died. It happened a long time ago.
My childhood friend D. is going through a hard time, as you all see.
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