no matter hw i try,i fail.. i pray 4 my fathers funeral n nt shed a tear of sadness bt 4 joy, i cut my flesh to slice of memories, nt remembered but the remembered1 shall pay.. nt 4 me bt the memories tt kills a child's soul but yet not retreated.. the solemn in me heart is always not felt bt the pain must yet be burdened as me soul rots by the second..
