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Mar 2011
Death is such an empty word;
Say it to yourself right now.


And the lives it takes;
The lives it leaves behind.


That's another empty word.
We never truly forget.

I will miss you.

Heaven is a nice word.
It brings a degree of comfort.
Written by
Nikki I
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