My grandmother,
My best friend,
I didnt ever think of my life without her,
She always seemed to be there,
Now all my sorrows come back,
Back from when Gimp died,
Back from when Cristie died,
Back to now,
Life is hard,
Dying is easy,
Safe is unsafe,
We are all alone,
And now my best friend is dead,
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