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Gone

Gone

More than a friend, she was my cousin,
Leaving my soul with a black pit or something.
She did die, she is gone forever,
I can’t last one month, let alone never.

More than sorrow, it is a blast,
She is gone forever, how long will I last?
Man, this is hard, too hard to get past.
Some find escape in a bottle, they start drinking,
If I did that, man, what would people start thinking?

I will be a good kid, won’t do bad things,
But life goes too quickly, that’s what it brings.
This poem is dedicated, its purpose, not to entertain,
Dedicated to my cousin Chelsea, who died in a car accident, it’s my pain.

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