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There's a part of you that still grows, within me But you've been buried deep in soil, beneath me Every day, I encounter, the thought of our possible future But maybe that was the world's way Of telling me you weren't meant to stay
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Jan 18, 2018
Jan 18, 2018 at 11:56 PM UTC
Miscarriage: an unsuccessful outcome of something planned.
There's a part of you that still grows, within me But you've been buried deep in soil, beneath me Every day, I encounter, the thought of our possible future But maybe that was the world's way Of telling me you weren't meant to stay
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Jan 18, 2018
Jan 18, 2018 at 11:56 PM UTC
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