So I had a sudden urge to clean my room, partially. And I did so.. Partially. I think I came across one thousand bits of paper. I am not joking either. And on six of these bits of paper is a poem I wrote, just around the time my grandmother passed away. Pretty much is a summary of the things that happened, leading up to when she died. And I don't know, but reading it.. It feels like it was a long time ago, and it feels like it was yesterday - at the same time.
"I don't know when we'll see each other again or what the world will be like when we do. We may both have seen many horrible things. But I will think of you every time I need to be reminded that there is beauty and goodness in the world. "
That is all, and goodnight.
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