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the grave
Surrounded by my friends and family I sit
just sit, as if I am not there, trying to forget
forget all the pains that have happened
to me, to others, over the span of our lives
it disturbs me
to no end
if only, if only I had acted sooner
he would be here
be here with me
here, close to my now shattered mind
but now I sit next to
next to nothing but a box of wood
sinking lower and lower
lower into the earth
thank god
im not the
only one that
had a dream
about my death
amazing poem .
wow man, that's some deep stuff, I really felt that one.