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A rhyme with no
words
I don't want to dance in
your honor,
Or drink in your name,
And no-one finds comfort in 'we all feel the same'.
They say things like this happen,
They know how I feel,
God always has a reason,
And if that fails, time will heal.
But I don't know what I should say,
There seems no suitable cliché,
No lyrics that could even touch
A fear or pain that hurts this much...
by Rachel Hirons
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