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Mar 2015
Fear not that you shall lose me
I have not gone,
I shall not leave.
I am the breath of fresh air
Every single time you breathe,
I am sitting right beside you
In the darkest hours that you grieve,
When you feel most alone,
I am there, you must believe.
A small section of the poem I wrote for my grandfathers funeral.
Hayleigh
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Hayleigh  27/F/England
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