Your grief
Is your
Grief
Nobody
Would be
Able to
Share your
Grief
Who has the time?
So if you want to
Live in this world
Either silently suffer
Or quickly get over
Your grief
As they say,
Here in this
Fast-paced world
It surely is -
Survival of the Fittest
The rest all get
Marauded, being
Left for dead...
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