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Death is a doorway not a wall they say

Tell that to the ones who stay

The ones who cry

For having to say goodbye

To the ones they love

Who may have gone above

Grief is rarely brief

It’s like ocean waves that heave

Up and down like a rollercoaster

Then some days you feel like you’ve been hit with a dumpster

It’s difficult to say 

If you can stay gay 

Or all day hide in a corner 

Until help comes from an unexpected quarter