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death is all we have left

it's the conclusion that you've been waiting for

everything is only temporary, it's only so much to gain

when all that you touch and all you see

will eventually decay in front of your eyes

i used to remember my grandmother quite well

she couldn't speak english, however

but understood some of the words i said

i had to have my mom translate for me sometimes

but i still loved her because she was so dear

but rejoice! rejoice! rejoice!

god has come to claim her into the kingdom

and i bet she was happy as my mom saw her

i just wish i could've said more to her

but i guess that's what death left me

death left us three voicemail messages

i never directly listened but i remember

that my mother was so sad and lonely

because she was the only parent left

now i know what it feels like to be alone

remember early in december and january?

i remember that i found a new friend then

and now death is closer than usual

i guess my mind has another addition to add

in its library of decencies and thoughts i don't want

do you know what its like to be alone?

i wonder if you really do

it doesn't seem like you understand that

i'm often separated mentally in school

you can say that i've never really fit in

and then an acquaintance comes and says

that its normalcy for everyone else

shows me a picture of the 'victim' of the circumstance

i fucking get it, ok?

but you'll never understand what i went though

maybe i will be isolated in the future

there's only so much an expression can shield

but death is coming. rejoice! rejoice!

though i guess an empty space

cannot scatter the angst that plagues me