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Jan 2015
Grey clouds roll across the sky heavy rain falls.this dose not feel real but its happening.singing some songs remembering good times.dying inside with each passing minute.thinking about the things we will never do.there was so much left unsaid.wishing that time could be turn back.just so that I could hear your voice one last time.trying not to cry holding back painful tears.the time has come to say the last good bye.
I wrote this for my mum she was my best friend
Written by
stephanie warrillow  glasgow scotland
(glasgow scotland)   
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