I used to be my parents' child,
and when I cried,
I cried as a parent's child,
That is, until our time ran out,
And oh, how I cried
In the quiet stillness,
Watching each of them die,
This very year,
And just a day and two months apart,
I know, right?
A pain with no words,
A hurt beyond pain,
Writing this, I'm still crying
The difference, though,
I'm crying like nobody's child.
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