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Jan 2015
In two years time,
I won't exist to you.
I'll sink into the past
and be left to collect dust,
with all of our special moments
and perfect thoughts.
I won't cross your mind
like how you'll always live in mine,
*But, I'll still wish for happiness for you.
Roxxanna Kurtz
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Roxxanna Kurtz  30/F/MA
(30/F/MA)   
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