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Doors slammed in my face
Robbing me of closure
Robbing me of picking up the pieces
Robbing me of making peace
Did you know the deceased?
Only for a while back when I was a child
The walls stood too high to say goodbye
On this grave I stand never to understand
Never to know the love I once knew
They always say that God has a plan
Surely as I grasp this pen in my left hand
I try to understand
Trying to let go of what once was
That will never be again
Comforting my weeping sobbing child within
I've been robbed again
The only witness is my pen
