A poemish poem
When it comes to grieving, hell, you're never going to be done,
Whatever has got you grieving has left a permanent taste of sorrow on your tongue,
There's nothing you can do but just take it in stride,
When it comes to pain there's no place you can hide,
You can suppress it...but why digress?
Face it, build strength and go for your best,
Grieving is to remembering and memories are beautiful,
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Don't let your memories be clouded with all the negative. Believe me, it's like tieing a noose around your own neck. And that's no way to live.