Grief

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Grief is what they call it,
Like hell is how she feels.
Most of the day she hides away,
Wrapped up in a cover-made coccoon.
Tears flow as steady as rain
For the one she can’t get back.
It’s a feeling that many cannot understand,
But grief is what they call it.

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