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Hearing a voice sounding familiar Making my way to the living room Looking at a person with an old face Rembering it was my grandfather. Looking at him made me cry He was sick, couldn't talk or walk. It hurt looking at him. It was like bullets shooting through my stomach. Seeing my grandpa smiling at me Telling me he is okay I knew he was wrong Leading him to the bedroom Crash! He is hurt Blood in his nose Hearing him cry My dad helps him up My tears flowing like a river Next day came He is lying down Lying down with him made me safe Looking up on his face Seeing him smile down at me Midnight has come Seeing him asleep Waking him up for a glass of milk Shaking him No movement Crying, screaming, and yelling I knew my grandfather was dead By Eveline
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Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 1:01 AM UTC
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Hearing a voice sounding familiar Making my way to the living room Looking at a person with an old face Rembering it was my grandfather. Looking at him made me cry He was sick, couldn't talk or walk. It hurt looking at him. It was like bullets shooting through my stomach. Seeing my grandpa smiling at me Telling me he is okay I knew he was wrong Leading him to the bedroom Crash! He is hurt Blood in his nose Hearing him cry My dad helps him up My tears flowing like a river Next day came He is lying down Lying down with him made me safe Looking up on his face Seeing him smile down at me Midnight has come Seeing him asleep Waking him up for a glass of milk Shaking him No movement Crying, screaming, and yelling I knew my grandfather was dead By Eveline
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Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 1:01 AM UTC
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