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Apr 2015
I’m missing you
more than I can handle.
There’s this pain in my chest,
my face is stained
with the tears I wept,
everything I knew has vanished
with a wisp of a wand.
I’m missing you now
more than I can handle.
An end would be nice.
Or a run from the memories
A pill or a ticket
to escape this reality.
Annabelle Grace
Written by
Annabelle Grace  New York
(New York)   
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