It's happened so often,
One death after another,
There're no more tears left to cry;
The reservoir from where tears flow is dry.
A heart so often broken
Cannot be broken again
For it has no chance to heal
And be whole again.
Another death in the family,
One less furbaby to kiss and cuddle,
But there's no pain.
I'm just numb all the time.
Sunday, 29 June 2025
29th June 2025
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