Clare Will

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The Sun

I remember the way the sun looked that day.
The day we said our final goodbye,
The day I carried you to your final resting place.
I could stare straight at it,


I'm sick.
Physically, mentally, emotionally, everything is sick.
I'm. Sick.
I tell myself everyday that I am sick.

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