I don't know how to cope at all.
My eyes are like a waterfall,
all they know to do is bawl.
I wish you could call
before nightfall.
It's nice to recall
the times overall.
Around you, I could be an oddball.
I was myself overall.
You would pick me up whenever I fall.
Without you, I had a downfall.
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This is about my grandma, who I miss dearly. The strongest, most amazing woman, who will never be forgotten. The following story shares what happened to her, along with other major details from my life.
https://vocal.media/psyche/her-and-me-ccl0ds0bpt
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About the Creator
Rene Peters
I write what I know, usually in the form of poetry. I tend to lean towards mental health, epilepsy, and loss/grieving.
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