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Clarence
He's dead now.
He's dead and buried.
And no one cares, not really.
They say, "Oh, I'm so sorry."
But they don't really mean it.
Because to them, he didn't really matter.
To them, I'm being childish.
Why cry over his death?
It's nothing to cry about.
But I cried, because I lost my best friend.
I cried because he had seen me through some of the worst parts of my life.
I cried because he always knew what I felt.
And always knew what I needed.
He always gave me hope, love, and home.
I cry because he isn't here.
I cry because no one else will.
He is gone, and I mourn him.
And if i wasn't talking about a turtle, you would too.
He's dead and buried.
And no one cares, not really.
They say, "Oh, I'm so sorry."
But they don't really mean it.
Because to them, he didn't really matter.
To them, I'm being childish.
Why cry over his death?
It's nothing to cry about.
But I cried, because I lost my best friend.
I cried because he had seen me through some of the worst parts of my life.
I cried because he always knew what I felt.
And always knew what I needed.
He always gave me hope, love, and home.
I cry because he isn't here.
I cry because no one else will.
He is gone, and I mourn him.
And if i wasn't talking about a turtle, you would too.
Published 13th Mar 2016
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14th Mar 2016 4:08am
15th Mar 2016 5:16am
Me too. They almost give us something. Something I can't quite put into words. It's a shame that some people don't understand that. I'm glad someone does.
