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Mar 2015
Not knowing the right words
to express entirely how this feels,
I cry.

In the middle of the night,
as I go through the day,
whether its for work or play,
I stop.

When uncertainty isn't enough,
and every conversation is tough,
I breakdown.

Because there is nothing left,
and nothing will ever feel right;
For I lost,
and I am loss.
eb
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eb
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