
It wasn’t supposed to happen this way
We’ve been happy together for fifty years
I never thought I’d see this day
Now I’m getting drunk and wiping away my tears
I was supposed to be the first to go
We never planned on it being her
As I sit here by myself I just don’t know
How I’m going to go on alone without her
This post was written for Kevin’s No Theme Thursday prompt. Kevin presents us with 20 AI-generated images and we can choose any one and write a post about the image.
Maybe you could start a blog.
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Now that’s a thought.
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aww 🥲
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Such sadness in this poem
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I know, but the image on which it was based made me feel sad.
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He does looks very down
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A touching poem, Fandango.
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Thanks, Nicole.
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As someone who’s been through this, this piece really speaks to me.
And welcome back, Fandango. May this blog remain undisturbed.
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I certainly hope so.
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Sad.
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This is so sad, and it’s brilliant, too. :'(
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Thanks, Kymber.
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