Goodbyes,
How many have you had?
And how many did you get robbed of?
Missing the chance that some were freely given?
The pretty words that are said,
as sweet as pieces of pie
and as bitter as lemon.
Sometimes that chance is transcendental
and all it leaves behind is pain.
Though few get peace from them.
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Author:
Rika (Pseudonym) (
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