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For a while I was angry

Because you left me

I still cry when I'm alone

When I think you're gone.



Tears fall down from my eyes

When I start to think and realize

Something keeps these visions

here, It's like they're imprisioned.



I can't stop remembering the bad

I miss you and it makes me mad

Grandma, I think of you, and I start to cry.

And I wonder why you had to die.