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Everything ****** a hole in the memories of who you were A mother, teacher, best friend, patient My eyes start to betray me as it allows the grief to flow freely through the mountains of denial The denial that you weren't here just a second ago and gone the next Its just salt water isn't it?
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Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 5:26 PM UTC
Tears
Everything ****** a hole in the memories of who you were A mother, teacher, best friend, patient My eyes start to betray me as it allows the grief to flow freely through the mountains of denial The denial that you weren't here just a second ago and gone the next Its just salt water isn't it?
ToniSweet
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Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 5:26 PM UTC
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