Sorry that these words weren’t written
When you were alive
They came from the pain of losing you
And sorry that I continue to write such painful poetry
My grief is too much for my heart to accept
All I want is you to be proud
And let go the hurtful things I said
But they keep repeating in my mind
Like an overplayed song
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Don’t be sorry for your pain friend, repetition will the brain mend. As for your father, If I may, I’m certain he is proud, watching you somewhere beyond the clouds.