i look, i prey, i dream but he's gone
sometimes iam glad he's gone
but others iam sad and depressed and lonly but its really just all confusing guess ill have to wait...no iam done waiting he's gone and someone new is here
heather
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I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes it's better to let go cos we'll remain in a permanant awfull pain and neverlasting hope. It's sad you know but just learn to let go, life won't stop on him.