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Grief To Grief

Every grief leads me to that one grief,

And makes me think,

If the home was still there,

Maybe it would be a little less sad than today.

At least I wouldn't have to be sad about it.

I shouldn't be sad about it.

I shouldn't have to leave it.

I should have stayed a little longer,

Maybe forever,

In the truest sense, forever.

Maybe then, I wouldn't be sad about it.

So, even when something else is hurting me,

The fact that I'm not home hurts me more,

If I was at home,

I could be sad about the other thing more.


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