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Why
Husband, father, brother, son.
Just for another day.
Another day you'd see the sun,
shining bright through clouds.
Today the day was nice.
Only that you weren't there.
Will be more such days,
but you will never see the sky again.
Now there is silent, suffocating heat.
In the heart cold darkness lays.
As cold as metal shue shelf,
which you were hanging from....
Friday 23rd December 2022 11:36 pm

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