Grandpa

March eleventh, twenty seventeen

That was when you left me

Your hugs, your smile, your laugh as well

Why didn’t you tell us you weren’t well?

I’m trying hard not to cry

But I hope you’re happy, up in the sky

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First Story

Hello all, I am currently working on a story called “Outcast”. The first chapter still might need a few revisions, but I’ll most likely do that at a later time. Have fun reading!