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Tyanna Willie


Death


Death is anywhere,
Death can happen many times.
Death is anywhere around you,
Death can happen many times you don't know about it.

Death makes you sad,
Death makes you worried.
Death makes you sad because someone is gone.
Death makes you worried because it can happen to someone you care most about.

Death is hard,
Death is difficult.
Death is hard because you won't forget about it,
Death is difficult if you try to commit it.

Death is around us but we don't know about it but I worry everyday that I might lose a love one, death makes me sad because I lost a best friend. Death is really hard because I really want to see my best friend and I try to move on, death is difficult because I try to commit it but I never succeed.

Submitted: Thursday, November 13, 2014

Topic of this poem: sad


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Please don't commit suicide if you really want to try to find something to calm yourself. Like go outside, Listen to music, hang out with your friends, if you don't have any just try, if you are in love, think of your love, he/she don't want you gone, etc. Thank You for reading have a good day, also I wrote this because I'm in a bad mood and I thought of my best friend I lost.

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