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My heart aches,
I don't know how much I can take.
I know she was just a little hen,
But she was more than that,
She was my friend.
I wish I could just hold her one more time.
She was my inspiration,
She was mine.
 
I used to love writing poetry and was able to write good poems all the time... But after my friend, Mary Boyd, died of cancer, I just sorta stopped. She loved my poetry and was my encouragement. After she died, I felt less and less inspired until finally I just stopped all together.

But now I want to write poems again! :D
 
I used to love writing poetry and was able to write good poems all the time... But after my friend, Mary Boyd, died of cancer, I just sorta stopped. She loved my poetry and was my encouragement. After she died, I felt less and less inspired until finally I just stopped all together.

But now I want to write poems again! :D
I'm sorry about your friend. :hugs I'm glad you decided to write again though! :D
 
I don't know what to do,
My life has turned blue.
I wish that something good would come through,
But it never seems to.
I'm out of place,
practically in outer-space,
I have not yet finished he race,
I just want to see your face.
 
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