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The loss of a loved one. |
| Why do i find myself drowning in sorrow. There's is no love to borrow. I wake up to find I've lost another. I beg and plead to my mother To the gates of heaven, must be ten or eleven. To my fate i wonder why? Do they not hear my cry? Seems to me I must be, only one, why just me? should I stay and never grieved? I do not understand or believe, for I one have feelings too. The feeling of loss, from losing you. |