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Molly Volpe Sep 2017
I knew she had to go
Even though my heart screamed no
The aching pain wouldn't stop

I had to let her fly
But without her I will die
The loneliness will eat me away

It's hard to be away from her
Being with her I prefer
But I know that she had to go

— The End —