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Oh God 
I don’t believe you 
for irretrievable sins in me. 

My grandchild was asking 
why did you have to go? 
I had no answer. 

My eyes were damp. 
Okay, cannot hold you grandpa, 
will you come again? 

I was the end, 
I was the beginning. 
I kissed the burning tears of my small chit. 
I said, let me go, 
Set me free, 
I will come, one day in you, 
you are me.