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Sunday, November 1, 2020

He’s Dead

 He’s dead.

I don’t know how to feel.

It plays in my head on a reel.

I’m sick.

It feels so wrong.

I just can’t believe he’s gone.

I’m tired.

I don’t know why I tried.

I want to leave and hide.

I’m losing control.

I’m losing my head,

And it’s all because he’s dead.