My sons, I hope you know how much I love you.
My life is so painfully empty now without you.
No more monopoly games that include you.
No more vacation trips with the both of you.
Sorrow fills every pore of my being.
What is it that I'm supposed to be doing?
I miss the way I would tickle you.
I miss the way I would endlessly tease you.
Life is now so unbearable without you.
I keep on thinking, what to do without you?
Sorrow fills every pore of my being.
What is it that I'm supposeed to be doing?
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