Almost Made It

The end of the year,
Is almost here.
But I do dread,
What lies ahead.
The date January 3,
Will always remind me,
The age she’d have been,
But will never again.
See that date that means so much,
Almost close enough to touch,
I need to get her out of my mind,
For to me, she was not kind.
Why do I feel so much now that she’s gone,
When no one knew all that she’d done,
To make my life a living hell,
That made me today, not quite well.

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