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May 2013
I lay here idly paralyzed tears rush down my face, I don't know where they came,
An empty hallow feeling sweeps and engulfs me until I can not longer breathe,
I fear that this breaking heart will never see you again...and then how long will this pretty face last with nothing but a morsel hope  of your sweetest sorrow, so let my death begin
Diana
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