thursday morning last thursday another uncle died my godfathrer the funirals today seriously i dont understand it now four shards of my heart are broken i dont know what to belive in .
As dawn and dusk fall each day
the spirits resting they find their way
the pain has left ed among them
But the tears shead each day
fills the river of sorrow
the shards that break appart
torn and ripped to pices
never to agein be patched up
there are forever
they are fragments of sorrow.
Battousai Kazuma Community Member 
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