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Mar 2011
Fear runs through my veins,
so cold that death seems near.

Part of me was ripped away,
now I'm losing what was once so dear.

An unmistakable pain,
so deep inside my soul.

It's left a permanent scar,
where there was once just a hole.
Megan Kirby
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Megan Kirby
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