Another one gone like the wind.
Now giving light in this dark cruel world.
Following the many that left here.
Watching everyone from above.
Look above and see how the stars shine.
Each star shows a different light.
Some may not be as bright.
But that's alright.
Darling, I hope that you are in a better place.
I really hope you are.
Now you may end your suffering.
But really. How will we know?
How will we know how much you are suffering?
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 3:05 AM UTC
Another one gone like the wind.
Now giving light in this dark cruel world.
Following the many that left here.
Watching everyone from above.
Look above and see how the stars shine.
Each star shows a different light.
Some may not be as bright.
But that's alright.
Darling, I hope that you are in a better place.
I really hope you are.
Now you may end your suffering.
But really. How will we know?
How will we know how much you are suffering?
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