Monday, August 1, 2011

Time


It's something we can't hold on and never let go.
I wish hard that the day would never come by, never exist.
I've always be afraid, to lose you.
Never able to imagine the days without your voice, your existence.
I may not know how to appreciate in the past, but I know I can't have you leaving my side.
I need you, grandma.

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