A poem i wrote when a friend of mine passed.

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Days can be long,
nights can be hard.
Sometimes everything is wrong,
you were not dealt the right card.
Be strong.

Not everyone gets along,
and you are left alone.
You don't want to prolong,
you feel less worth then a stone.
Be strong.

Nothing relates to your pain,
it's your own mind that's killing you.
It feels like there is no right lane,
nothing can describe, not even the color blue.
Be strong.

Happines can't be written in songs,
it has to be lived and felt.
And to everyone it belongs,
don't let happiness melt.
Be strong, don't give up and let it spread.
Happiness can't be felt if you are dead.

MRL

[1]https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/8llu84/my_little_maple_seed/

[2]https://oc.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/8lgra1/for_the_one/