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Jan 2015
She is slowly,
Slow slipping away,
And there for I,
I am slowly dying,
They are slowly taking her away,
Yet she don't see it,
Me seeing her,
Her cry kills me,
Because I could,
Could brake into tears,
As well but,
I have to stay strong for her,
I love you,
And I'm sorry..
FallenAngel93
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FallenAngel93  north Carolina
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